At Night

September 22, 2010

Tendrils of me start out sly and insistent but will try to pry you open, engulf you in need, most often in the middle of the night. To disparage myself. The vampiric pursuit that only shames me.

It can feel like you are dead among the living, at that hour, rather than the other way around. A newly dead ghost.

But when I sleep I dream of him, once I dreamed he had his hand over my heart.

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