(no subject)
Sleep regards me with the distant eyes of a jilted lover. Her cool gaze skims over me without the friction of care. My desires are of no concern to her. I court her, praise her, beckon for her soft touch. Every attempt is met with a cruel dismissal. I duel and wrestle, engage her barbarous rule. My impotence is apparent. Vanquished, I lie with this adulteration, this simulacrum of rest. I lay, immolate to her truculence.