Dysania

Threads of hair weave into my pillow

Threats of time shake eyelashes

Pull the chest up first,

Heavy goes the head.

Can’t. Leave. Bed

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Logolepsy 

Bite bite bite bite down on the sound

Lick the spaces, fill the wounds of words

It is as appetizing as the breath of
two vowels in love and helping each other exist.
So bite down on the words you can’t live without.