body heavy, falling at the weight of limbs
into a slumber that wakes the inner imagination.
body heavy, aching for a storyline that saves
the damsel in distress- I’m descending further.
body heavy, ambitious plots creep their way
into catacombs instead of honeycombs.
body heavy, tipsy thoughts make for restless
movement and I twitch- I try
to run from what I hide from
but it always comes back
in my sleep.