Thirst.
Some nights…
I wake up
from restless dreams,
my mouth dry, broken.
So I get some water,
and pace my apartment's floor,
digesting the dissolving webs
of grimly inchoate chimeras.
Thirst.
Some nights…
I wake up
from restless dreams,
my mouth dry, broken.
So I get some water,
and pace my apartment's floor,
digesting the dissolving webs
of grimly inchoate chimeras.