They should’ve let me sleep.
They could have. A short slumber is all I asked. A brief respite of time in which to pretend I was human.
But no. They awakened me.
So now, they pay!
whirling limbs
the folly of dances
with dragons
Punam tends Quadrille #196 over at dVerse Poets Pub. There, we write our 144-word poems that feature “slumber.”
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