Ailment

Palms sweaty, room swimming.

Exhaustian has taken its toll,

the more you sleep, the heavier your eyelids feel.

The floor has rushed up to meet you,

it doesn’t spend nearly enough time with your face.

You cry out for your mother,

but the only reply is a tinny recording of The Mamas & The Papas.

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