Insomnia

Wind groans and drags the door, fingers tracing
rising bumps of hair; I curl back warm in
mother’s womb; but inside my eyes glow bright
-and wide, my jaw a vice that crushes heads
Each glowing character burns hot; each
stringy-minute-stretching; another hour
struggles, blinking; till each, snaps grimly past

Curtain tracks shriek their anger, resenting
Intrusion; they seek dark corners; shiver
on cold walls; haunted by shadows of sleep.
Doors pour silhouettes; chances companions.
But outside morning waits; laying down-dark
sky, uncaring she births; torn-at the suns head
And whispering promise, tomorrow smiles