Sealing

I feed my dreams with cups

of soup, warm and stirred with wooden

spoons. I let the shadows sleep

in my bed, curled up under comforters,

and try to explain how I haven’t been

sleeping the best lately to my friend

when she calls. You have to sleep

eventually, she tells me, or you will

grow nightmares on the palms

of your hands. I sing lullabies

to the demons that play in the corner

making up games with building blocks and

they call it apocalypse.  I pace in circles

until I’m dizzy and the downstairs neighbors

call me up. They tell me I need to sleep

or I will be walking home one day and will

fall into a mirror. Sometimes, I try, I do,

and lay down upon the bed. The ceiling is

getting closer, the ghosts try to cool my forehead

with cobweb cloths, and even the banshee at the windowsill

goes silent. I wake up most days out of waking

and imagine that I have slept all night.

 

 

This poem is a freewrite that came about because I promised to write a Supernatural poem for some people. I’m not sure how much it was influenced by the show, but I’ve certainly been steeping myself in the show before writing the poem…

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Writing

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s