my limbs are strewn across cloud white sheets
my breath is ragged in my chest
there is a line of salt on my tongue
trailing from my throat to my stomach
entailing sharp dreams when i finally drown into sleep7.28.15
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the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by
Poetryfrom the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016
3am and i can't sleep
my limbs are strewn across cloud white sheets
my breath is ragged in my chest
there is a line of salt on my tongue
trailing from my throat to my stomach
entailing sharp dreams when i finally drown into sleep7.28.15