the light switch and nightmares
I cling to what I can’t forget.
The pulled threads of nothing
keeps knitting itself into a mountain
my eyelids can’t climb to reach sleep.
I tear the petals from reasons
thinking a dry stalk won’t
bring crows to ridicule me again.
My demons keep poking sleeping dogs,
and I add another link to their chains.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform