Insomniac

She walks, barefoot, Across the shattered glass of her broken dream. Soles, tender like those of a child, Cut open, bleeding upon those splintered shards. Waking pain, a tender agony, at least they Bring something to this timeless abyss.   She groans, rolls over, In the infinite spirals of her mind she turns. Staring, eyesContinueContinue reading “Insomniac”