I wake to the sound of scratching
in my brain, along the walls of my skull,
wanting to grow roots
in a place free from the thoughts
that race through my mind as I dream
of the Nightmare Flower that is
trying to grow while I sleep.
I wake to the sound of scratching
in my brain, along the walls of my skull,
wanting to grow roots
in a place free from the thoughts
that race through my mind as I dream
of the Nightmare Flower that is
trying to grow while I sleep.
