Asomnia, or the time I fell asleep in a sand-box
(Note: forgive the dots. I can't figure out how to format on Reddit. Pretend they are spaces.)
When I finished bathing, scrubbing away
...the soap bubbles clinging onto my skin, like
......carbonation scrubbed flat by
.........forgetfulness, I didn't blink. I didn't dare:
............my eyelids were sticky with swirling soft
..............drinks and I was scared they would be
...................sealed by sugar crash.
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So, I towelled myself with hot sand, left to
...dry and be turned glass
......in the sun’s holistic heat. I lay
.........in shifting silt, making sand angels
............with the fanning of my arms, or
...............perhaps I was fanning the solar stove
..................above me.
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And as the sand dried around me, encasing
...the fleshy corset of my torso, it
......turned like cracking clay. And then
..........I realised, it had become
.............a kiln to lie in.
................And I realised there was nothing I
..................could do to stay awake…