Breathe [Collection of Short Stories/Spoken Word]

Insomnia

WARNING: CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE (THIS GOES FOR ALL CHAPTERS)

One sheep,

I close my eyes at night, ignoring the will to fight the urge to open my eyes once more.

Two sheep,

I have a bed made of hot rocks and pillows made of knives - sheets glazed with memories and a body feared for its upcoming dream. Do you hear the screams of your own thoughts replaying like a broken record - warning me - daring me to never mistake it as my supreme.

Three sheep,

Will you remain the memories of past night as I finally sleep with cheap anesthesic - wondering at how your overdose kept you alive, as this upcoming night you strive to become revived from your own curse. You don't dare touch your sheets, you don't dare close your eyes. You don't dare turn off that phone, sleep deprivation nearly as painful as that bone you broke in the  seventh grade. Who knew that closing your eyes was harder than grabbing the cookie jar on the top of that counter without your mom knowing? Who knew, that no matter how loud you screamed at yourself in the mirror to just fucking sleep would possibly redeem your body at night as sane? Should I wait for the pain to go away? Wait - nearly a day - without sleep - and should you? Waiting for pigs to fly, waiting for my brain to try. Should I wait until I close my eyes? Wait, wait until those yearning thoughts continue to pry - wait until you finally become sane enough to bare this desperation. Wait for the pills to work. Wait until you collapse. Wait until you finally have the chance to redeem yourself.

One sheep,

I close my eyes at night, ignoring the will the fight the urge to open my eyes once more...