Shadow Poetry · Stream of Consciousness

You

In the dead of night

The nights I sling shot through sleep and not

Blurry eyed and drowning in the mess of wakefulness

Sometimes

I wonder

Do you think of me?

 

I lie at the bottom of a volcano

Liquid heat meshing through my chest

Dripping from my finger tips

Thick walls at my every side

Cocooning me into neither here nor there

And a whisper of curiosity grips me

A lacy shudder flooding my system

 

Do you wake

In the dead of night

Wondering about me?

 

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