A. G. Woelfersheim

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AnxiousA. G. Woelfersheim

The Horror of Sleep

Your hands are small; Cold Blue Your eyes are closed; Purple, Bruised. I wonder where you are; Dreaming, Bleeding. I can feel you in my veins; Hear you, Screaming. But I can see you next to me, Breathing, Sleeping. And I can feel you;
AnxiousA. G. Woelfersheim

The Ghost of You

My bloodstream is full of cement, My bones are the consistency of the 0 calorie jello I prayed would make me skinny. My tongue is tainted with the taste of you, and oh god, you think it's funny. You're the smell of stomach acid on my finger tips, You look like skin wrapped ribcages and yellow teeth. You're ghost lingers after dinner, and lulls me to sleep.
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