Insomnia

turning lazy circles above me
the big black vulture
swoops down to pick my brain
when it’s most vulnerable
dark wings whisper that this will go on
and on
and on

I shiver then sweat in my sheets
watching the hours slip by
I beg the beast to leave me be
make promises and bribes
while it cackles at my misfortune
taunting me with unfinished business
threatening tomorrow

only when
I’m reduced
to a fearful, quaking shell,
the cruel beast,
having finally grown bored of me,
perches on my chest
and plucks out my eyes

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