In a still black room, filled with the soft breathing of two sisters
Each sleeping in a soothing, unhurried, utopia,
With lids innocently closed and creases smoothed,
A vibrant enemy reigns.
It slithers through the darkness.
Then with the burst of banging metals
My stomach crumbles into
A pile of old autumn leaves.
My lids stay sealed, shading the dazzling glow
As groans reach my ears; a body flips over.
Lazily a finger triumphs over the foe
And I awake into a world where the lack of sleep cannot be forgotten.
~ Frumi Cohn