A poem for you...
When I sleep I travel to a city
a strange stretched city.
All the citizens are sleeping
put to sleep by a sedative of sweet seeping sap.
The sleep is restless, that of a sick feverish child
silently screaming through their sweat.
Through the drains, sewers, cracks in the sidewalk
comes a snake-like hiss
a sticky swirl of steam and mist
an incessant syncopated song
sweeping through all six senses
leaving one stupid and incapacitated.
I see her sleeping
snakes, weasels sniffing, tasting her
like a midnight snack.
Her hero, gone
unable to protect her.
Sleeping.
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