Tag: insomnia
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Insomnia: A Poemy Thing by Lynsey G
Insomnia It is difficult to hold anything when your bones are made of chalk, when each footstep upstairs jangles like a trumpet blast. Alone in the living room, I lengthen the house’s soft gurgles into the slavering maw of the monster in my shadow, biting its cuticles. In the bedroom, you breathe softly while I…