fear-steps

i had to step through the looking-glass,
the hoops and the spinning chimes.
i had to curl up and close my eyes,
allowing the thieves all my time.

i had to give in to the burdening blades
the heaviest sunrise, the blood-sky most stained.

i had to relinquish the storm in my heart, or

my killers would never depart.

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sleep aid

what does my heart detest, this
whirling, weeping mess?

I feel the sleep-chalk draw its lines
the crumbling towers, cursed vines
my time is almost done.
I can’t continue to run.