Nighttime
A Chapter by therisa
As the moon rises She comes out To hunt for food Upon my angst And dreams. While Others are settling In their beds I'm awake With excess energy. Seeking release Which her gentle touch Grants me The ultimate fulfilment. Holding a pen The ink flows Like the darkest blood Spilt on a blank page. Sated My muse leaves As sleep claims me For another night.
© 2015 therisa
Author's Note
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Originally written, July 30, 2014.
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there is a dark beauty in this write. As long as our muse allows us sleep, this is a good thing.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Thank you, Tammy. My sleep pattern sucks, as a result of meds and my struggle with depression and PT.. read moreThank you, Tammy. My sleep pattern sucks, as a result of meds and my struggle with depression and PTSD.
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Added on September 8, 2014
Last Updated on January 7, 2015
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therisaOntario, Canada
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A pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse.
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