A pill in my system, nightmares on the ready, sub consciences in full loop and a gloom rimmed Stygian night with glistening raw teeth, prepared to devour me eyelids first.
Gagged, wound and sutured into the inky murk, I'll let the thin wisps of carbon sleep penetrate me most obscenely.
Entangled in my ribs, caked in my lungs, embalmed in night, to be its plaything mummy; cradling me in a sarcophagus of charred arms, singing a lullaby spun in raven hair while I drown in its viscous tar veins.
Tonight I'll sleep.
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