SomniphobiaA Poem by Michelle ChiafalaWould you believe me if I say that I'm dying in reverse?Here the sky is like black velvet; My mind is enmeshed in a constant war, I don’t fall into a nightmare; The darkness presses down on me, And I would bet with wild certainty, if you could cut me open, the cruor would be ink. © 2013 Michelle Chiafala |
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Added on July 24, 2013 Last Updated on July 29, 2013 Tags: fear, fear of sleep, somniphobia, hypnophobia AuthorMichelle ChiafalaNYAboutElle, twenty-something, writer of free verse poetry and prose. I put my experiences, feelings, and thoughts into words, thus making these poems of mine extremely personal. I thank all of you who take .. more..Writing
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