Golden NightsA Poem by Nishi Barnes...
I find that when I am tired
and stare upon the ceiling at night, my mind is like static - my eyes will not close, like staring down from some great height. I’ll toss and I’ll turn, press my face into my pillow - and use the bed sheets as coverage so that the monsters cannot follow. Straighten the sides and make a pocket full of air, scrunch my legs upwards and hide within dog hair. Cocoon myself in warmth using a blanket of golden red, a movement of limbs and a cold nose pressed aside my head. They say that safety is in numbers, and that humans should stick together. But all I need is golden fur to continue to sleep forever. © 2018 Nishi Barnes |
StatsAuthorNishi BarnesUnited KingdomAboutI am an extremely introverted little slip of a girl who enjoys writing in her spare time. Yup. That’s me. more..Writing
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