Poems from Lure

hypnophobia

it was the slipsliding		          the meltdown
the border between substance and absence erased

it was biting on cinders	        your crumbling bones

the beam of headlights sweeping the curtain for chinks
	
it was street drunks kicking their songs out of earshot

it was no longer hearing the bedsheets whisper

it was the familiar cadence of 		your own breath
padding away					dragging by the teeth
the blanket of your own smell 				your own skin
it was the pillow's dwindling  embrace     		the ravenous darkness