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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

No Lullabies

My nights hold no lullabies…

They are hours filled
with bloodshot words
peeled from walls of insomnia.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2014


15 comments :

hedgewitch said...

Very vivid analogy, Susie, and very well expressed. And you know I can seriously relate.

Susan said...

Neat! Painful. Pealed/peeled word play hit me as truth in eyes, ears, and memory. So few words, such a big truth.

Kathryn said...

Love the bloodshot words peeled from walls of insomnia. So visual.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

YES! Perfect!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Excellent description here, Susie. That 'peeled' is an excellent choice of word.

Sumana Roy said...

painful truth...and power packed words...

Sam Edge Author said...

ouch - I feel this. Too close to home.

Mama Zen said...

I'm loving the vivid imagery, too. Excellent, Susie.

Kenia Cris said...

Wow! That's something to feel and keep. <3

grapeling said...

bloodshot words - a play, nearly, on bloodshot wounds ? ~

De said...

Oh, my. "Peeled from walls..." Fantastic.

Patricia A. McGoldrick said...

Susie, these words set the tone so well "no lullabies". Vivid take on insomnia!

Marian said...

yeah, ouch! i know this feeling.

razzamadazzle said...

That is brutal. I hate when I can't sleep.

Wordifull Melanie said...

Unfortunately I can sooo relate.

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