poem: letter – insomnia

candid awakenings

ripening behind my eyes

i am a thief of

time, nestled in the soft cracks between

one hour and the next

walking atop the rugged paths of star-mountain

twisting beneath a mutating ocean

riddled with currents and my hands reach towards dappled sands

unseen eyes roaming from the cracked palms of my trembling hands

to the split of my lips, salted goodnights

dying where they were born, a breath,

a day,

an age, just passed,

all fleeting.

– t. bennett ; @raggedhearts

 

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