Sleep writhes out of my tangled bed
A sanctuary of awkward twisting and turning
Where deep sleep and calm
Dominates the 300 thread count sheets
On every other day
Unholy thoughts and torturous haunting
Waft in from the open window
Glaring at the putrid night
Does nothing to quell my fears
The sky an inkpool
Of
Unwritten threats
Unbroken spells
Unfinished business
Daylight I beckon in rasping roaring whispers
Urgently
Salve on this festering cauldron of morbidity
Jasmine, lavender and what is that rankness
That dare plunder the nocturnal floral tribute with vile offering
The cadavers that insist on being
A rotting reminder
A decaying disturbance
A putrefying parody
To life’s sweet song
Go where you like
Do what you must
It is an unmarked day
For your return to dust