when the post-traumatic insomnia strikes

i have a couple of monsters that live under my bed they have arms so long, they can play with every inch of my pale broken skin the most frightening can reach beneath the surface squeezing every vessel, every organ to its limit i’ll scream in agony the black horses will ride by singing songsContinue reading “when the post-traumatic insomnia strikes”

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