Megan Throne | Nightmares aren’t what keep me up at night

Nightmares aren’t what keep me up at night.

I don’t jolt from sleep in a trembling sweat;

the monsters that haunt others do not quite

worry me with their coercions and threats.

I face a different essence of fret.

Desolate, separate; anxieties

squealing and rattling like a cassette

tape being unwound inside my head. Varieties

of harsh collections of society’s

perceptions loom in the glow of plastic

stars stuck to the ceiling. Sobriety,

though, is rare on a planet so drastic.

Staying in bed ‘til the earth’s moralized.

Truly, it’s no wonder I’m paralyzed.

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