You tell me a nightmare ends as
soon as I wake up, but it is not as
if I can just tuck myself back under
the sheets when what haunts linger
and I'm
a w a k e
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoesieI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
