by eloisehendy

Sleep takes us, takes hold.

Shadowy hands pull into dark folds.

Fall asleep.

Fall into abyss, fall off the teetering edge.

Drop off.

Dropout, dripping with featherweight lead.

Slip into slumber.

Trip onto trance.

Tripped up by the tendrils that reach but can’t grasp

Brushes of brain bristles push up, brush past

Claimed by unconsciousness.

Conscious less.

Conscience mess, dimmed.

Seized by dreams.

Siege unhinged, unlocked, let in

Swarms of silence, drifting off.

Drifts by in drowsy doses

Closed clasps, sealed box.

Gone away.