“Are You Sleeping?”

I’m sleeping right now and having a nightmare.

Everyone has painted jester faces,

grinning at nothing, their eyes blank.

The sun shines, but I am cold.

The fruit I eat is rotting slowly from the inside,

the pristine surfaces hiding the worms that burrow just below.

“Yes, I get about eight hours a night.”

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