close your eyes and sleep sleep lightly children or you'll wake the dead your slumbering noises to loud for their fragile ears your twists and turns in sleep vibrating through the ground Moving inside their bones, breaching in the earth pound your feet against the floor scream the silence out but nothing good will come of this as the dead begin to walk again once you've awoken the spirits in the deep.
Inside the brain of a so-called "pretty geek". Poems, short stories, and quirks