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Maddie Waters
10.22
Chronicles
Paralyzed slumber,
undisturbed by cold bones raw,
or warm thoughts burning.
Complexion contorts
on a mask of thin feathers,
quick suffocation.
Sleep is out to kill,
feasting on vivid nightmares,
and sobs croaked by dusk.
I pluck out one new,
a bed of blades, stone to match
my own name engraved.
The speck of a threat
settled with parted eyelids.
I haven’t bled out.
Crimson conquers grey,
lucid colors crowd my skull.
Another victor.
Repercussions show
from inevitable stun,
but elation glints.
So nobody sees,
but I’m alive and strong with
self sufficiency.
Anonymous
10.10