the night has a thousand eyes
I would wake bound in ribbons of darkness, sweating worse than the night before, watching the labored light filtering, twittering through the window until finally it goes out, leaving me in the blackness remniscent of a whirlpool belly decorated with sunken ships.
:A polar bear liberating itself to the dripping floes of ice, it has a sunken pale face and a ribcage that could be a cave for someone to live in, if not for the selfish persistance of skin.
This dream, it fills up eyes and eyes with swells of the endless Indian Ocean, having polluted the Pacific with a soft smile that bereaves everything. She absconds with nothing but a promise.
(Icy meadows with scrambling children, children that all need dental work, children with sleep apnea who will grow into teenagers with inso