inklings: sciophobia

Saturday - Inklings

 an opaque cast of ombre lingers

a thick froth of mocha embeds itself under her skin

she flicks the lamp-shade and

they jerk against the chasms of the sheets

teetering on her heels, she clasps her lids shut

but they pay rent within the folds of her mind

cheque cheque one two three

the pregnable shapes form mocking puzzles

create havoc and tear her membrane

a wireless transmission with radio waves

she cordons them off with a thick black stroke

etching the perimeter between her and them

the periphery

she smears the charcoal in gradients against her cheeks

but she lies still against the sheets

and melts against the grain

sketched against the darkness 

she claims alliance with them upon her cerise lips

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