corners of night
restless dreams
spin into a dizzying,
unending storm, taking
the form of shadows –
tearing them from the corners
of the night, settling them between
the cold, quiet places between
my blanket and the moonlight
they weigh in on me,
no longer keeping me warm
but breaking me into a cold
silent sweat until
early morning
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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: blanket
2 Responses to “corners of night”
Lovely poem. I can relate to the restless dreams that leave you in a cold sweat until morning!!
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Thank you!
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