I Wish For Cool Air But Nothing Moves
The sheets like a prison I think I need The cat like a guard ready to strike if I try to inch my way out No wind through chimes No dogs bark No night creatures foraging All is motionless like me Unable to breath Unable to wipe the sweat away I am spooled like a new ball of yarn and I long to unravel Wind off into the distance into something more linear less round Less like a ball that can be cut once into a thousand pieces More like a thing that would take a thousand cuts to destroy I hold the knife but the stillness invades me Hoping it will pass me by as silently whatever it is Shall we gather in the moonlight and pray?
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