Her eyes roll, mind finds something or other
Always and forever of a jaded a.m
Piercingly abused, refuse to relax, why do you just?
Must Sleep
And the thoughts pander and creep, steep for their thirsty worth alone
Has to hurt
These printed-in memories will bleed her dry, cause tired, tired eyes to sleepwalk of their own unknowing accord
The sword to the frozen throat
Not remotely interested by any of this, she wriggles crazed feet – attempt as best they can to retreat
To someplace far less detrimental
It is all mental, has to be

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