insomniac by kiersten wood
As a child
darkness blanketed
me like a humidity thickening,
sticking to my skin and shortening
my breath.
Threatened by
Monsters
and clouds of
unknown,
I waited for my
imagination to take me
away. Floating through stars
and dancing on moon’s surface or
Discovering atlantis with a
Golden compass.
Now, I lay
Awake.
Distant cries of
Deadlines and
Regret pierce into
blackness.
Responsibility creeps
Under my bed,
With gnarled hands gripping
The edge of my pillow.
I wait.