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They come in the night like bats on the wing
whirring behind my eyes,
writhing into my reptilian brain
quickening my pulse.
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They creep down my chest to my gut
form hard lumps that lurch
like motion sickness.
…
But I am not moving my body or mind.
It is the bats. I wait and wait
until they wrap up and rest
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so I can too.
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[The first line of this poem came to me at least a couple of years ago, as I was trying to sleep. I’d tried to write it a couple of times with no success. The concept for the rest came just a few weeks ago, ALSO as I was trying to sleep. This writing thing is sure odd sometimes.]
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