This Lake of Fear
Drooled into the sea. Nightmares washed me far from shore. I’m stranded, turns out.
Like Last Night (Call Doll)
Won’t you call me, doll? Perfumed pillows hold your name. Sleepy eyes and all.
Blood, Sweet Tears
Work while nails bleed out ‘End of day’ an idea Youth is a fountain
Yawn Beyond Control
Jaw stretched wide, skin ashed. The mind claims I’m sleepy now. Yawns: drizzle ‘fore rain.
Sleep At Death
Felt death foreboding. Now I cannot sleep—just work. Nothing else makes sense.
‘You’re out of it, bro!’ You can sleep when you’re dead, though. Just stay up for this! Inspired by “Stay Up,” by KayyCyy
Instead of before I’d like you afterward, please Digestif then sleep