From Duke’s WIP
You left me all those years ago and now I am without your dreams of turning stream pebbles into light, without your technical drawings of how stairs to the clouds can be built with smiles
I toss and turn with my new face
It’s difficult to move around on this bed
It’s like living inside a tree, everything silent and tightly wrapped as if the night is cut up into large black safes and the steel combinations spin into place, leading me into yet another hollow brick where I suffocate and grow old
One thought on “Miss Tinker Tries to Sleep”
That last line is very beautiful!