Gentle Reader,
No fanfare tonight. Just creepy clowns who deserve to be punched in the face and coffee from Luke’s Diner. Kate says: test.
Go.
Tonight, my eyes, they droop
Tonight, my shoulders stoop
Breath, deep, slow, in and out
As sleep around me creeps about
Tonight, my body feels the strain
Tonight, the ache, the wearied drain
Lashes flutter against my cheeks
The pull of dreams, whispers, creaks
Tonight, so many roads to go
Tonight, a spin of questions flow
But for now, hit pause and rest
Tomorrow return to bittersweet test
Stop.
