sleep

by Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink. Posted in Text

i shouldn’t lest i did.

windy days, enormous nights.

bodies shaking, breaking tides.

sweat dripping, never stop.

down the drain and out again.

back from hell, lost weight.

there, out of shotgun shells babies were made.

then stopped believing lies told by dazzled eyes.

caught up with what from now on i should call ‘my life’.