Night Barking
A poem for Poppy's Prompts, January Edition
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It's 2am in witches' time.
Darkness encases me as I cough.
Fire! Fire! Fire!
There are no bullet holes
From my prolonged assault.
I wish to break out of barking
But my throat is tickled by dandelions
And their spores chase sleep.
My head pounds with each expulsion
And I knock against my sickness casing
Like the smallest of the Babushka Dolls.
Rattling to be free.
Let me out.
Release me now.
I am tired.
I long to rest my patchwork head.
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