wincing in time to broken clocks

silence does not breathe
an utterance of restfulness
the stuttering hands of time
erase dream from insomniac eyes
leaving blood draining out of
tear ducts long past overused

i looked up to find a spider hanging from a monofilament thread, slowly spinning as it watched to see if sleep would capture my mind so it could fatten itself on the shards of anxious worry sparking from misfired nervous wiring, we stared at each other unmoving, alien minds united in fearful condemnation

the flowers i bought have wilted
a flurry of petals to blow about
a gentle rustling in the silence
spider tracks in the fresh blood
spilling onto the pillowcase
as i weep to the disharmonious
clattering inside my hollow skull

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