Night times

A troll lives in my bedroom. Sometimes, most times, at night times, I feel him eating my feet.  He’s a big ‘ole troll. With a mouth as wide as it is deep. Having stones for teeth, their jagged and cragged bottoms dispel any illusions that the smooth fronts might create. These teeth, they don’t just …

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Chasing zzzzzzzzz

I dream of sleep. Laying my head on a pillow, sinking into a pile of blankets or sliding under a crisp cool sheet, taking a slow deep breath and closing my eyes to quickly fade into slumber. Freed from my physical self, my mind drifting over thoughts I didn’t know I had and will never …