She creeps out of no where when the fire of day disappears
Steals the shine from my eyes
Like 'anti-shine shoe un-polish'
Sometimes it feels as though she is a thousand feet away
In other moments she surrounds and suffocates me
Grabs the sleep from under my pillow with little effort
Seldom gives it back a week later
Terrifyingly stunning; calm yet unknowing
Shocks me into thinking it's safe when I can barely see a wall across the room,
Is it her or the wall who blocks my vision?
Who tells me I cannot sleep if she does not have a voice?
