I intend to sleep,
but slumber eats me
with dream teeth,
nightmare tongue
and sinful saliva of all
the wrongs I've caused,
thus keeping me awake
in different realms
to watch celestial ceilings
turn into popcorn,
and this is not adynaton,
her nails are painted galaxies,
scratching worlds into my back,
as I attack myself more
than any curse could imagine.