Prophetic

Afraid to fall asleep,
I stay awake until utterly exhausted in hope of a dreamless sleep;
No such luck;
I struggle under the weight of my sadistic subconscious,
Torturing me for sport.


I awake upset and terrified;
My mother was right:
"You'll get what you deserve,
And there's no rest for the wicked."

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