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A Relationship with Sleep
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I. Rejection
Tossed aside for a more demanding master --
Once-dedicated hours now devoted
To a blurry reading and recollection of
Topics for the next day's exam.
II. Denial
"Why did he leave?"
My shaking hand etched
On an innocent page
Meaningless words (as
confessional poets often do)
Of blood and love and not
Resting until he returns.
III. Betrayal
Slumber can be suicidal, I'd say.
For what other motive would it have
To create grotesque monsters, and
Feelings of falling, and even
Death itself?
Written as a weekly poem for Creative Writing class, working on revision from
feedback. I don't like the idea, but I don't like my writing.
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