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The Boy Who Can't Sleep
by Claire Lacey
Unbridled fatigue conquers the soul,
as I tumble and slip
to the greater below,
buried in this
unbearable body.
Alone in here
I subsist on fear
and shallow dreams
of the boy who can't sleep.
Saturated with luminary
anticipation
I wait for the creeping
wake of lies to catch up
and carry me along.
Take me to a place,
sweep me up in the
chaos of rolling
churning
gulping oceanic
tumult
distant from the
conventions of land.
And I will never fight the tide;
awaiting my liquid death
still consumed by
the boy who can't sleep.
Choking on the saltine
hydro-unreachable oxygen,
closing my eyes to the crush
of blue-green-black
as the sound of my
pulsing heart is
drowed out by escaping air.
The water forces its way in.
the boy who can't sleep,
meet the girl who can't swim.