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 When sleep is broken       crumbling like break-

glass. Pieces descend  

Seizing the stars       pushing me down

I push back       cumbersome –

my voice struggles un-heard

                  I want to tell you I’m okay –

even as I become mute       esophagus and spine

It’s not as bad as it looks

I would lie.

Slumber-ripping tremors       open me up        

Back arches       tempestuous wrenching

I want to reach for you       I need you

to reach for me       I don’t want to think

of the darkness.

I want to tell you I’m okay –  

even as they strike me       unexpected; sudden

It isn’t as bad as it looks

I always lie.