Insomniac—a Poem by Sanguine Woods, 2018


O, the blood-encrusted thoughts!
whirring like blades, wheeling
and whining through
the ambushed mind—unhinged,
does one pray to be emptied?

Sly half-truths; those
brazen whole-truths, eyes
like coals
low to the burning.
“‘Tis the hooded chill cloaks the fever!”
Old Wives’—
you know—
smoldering blue at the gums;

tooth and blade
chew, then whirrr,
then chew—
through the indigo watches
of the night.

(C)2018 Sanguine Woods

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