Tidal waves of knitted quilts and comforter sets
Can’t wash the sleep from my eyes
Lungs steeped in chamomile tea
Bare body piled under pastel-coloured pillows
In some attempt to suffocate
The cockroaches in my head
My limbs squirm like anxious snakes
As if they think they don’t belong to me
Teeth clenched like a vice grip
Shoulders held down with duct tape
Coat my body with rubber cement
Weld my creaking joints with steel
Wrap me up in bubble wrap
And stamp each eyelid shut
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