vrijdag 17 oktober 2014

But sleep...not yet

I hear it scratching on the attic floor
yesterday it was still behind the wall
sometimes I think it’s all in my head
the sound that clatters in my chamber

then in the corner of my eyes I see
fingers that stretch and reach for me
eyes in the dark, a mouth wide open
rows of teeth like knives that cut

it whispers something I can’t explain
slippery words that look like snakes
in bed I search between the drapes
I close my eyes but sleep… not yet.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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