Pain and Sleep

Every now and then, you might not be able to sleep because a cold is making you cough and cough until your lungs feel like they’re on fire and about to burst through your chest and throat. When the cold symptoms stay around a while, the cough from hell is often joined by headaches, nasty muscle aches, and before long, difficulties falling and staying asleep will make themselves known.

Imagine the ache, I just spoke of, twisting its fatigue around your muscles and squeezing your bones all the time… at different levels of intensity… while you are trying to fall asleep… Keeping this horrid bit in mind, for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 23, I’m inviting you to picture what living this way might be like, then Write a poem that explores the intricate relationship between pain and sleep. (If you don’t have to imagine it, then shake your fist in the face of the beast *kick it in the teeth thrice if you can* and write on, my Luvs).

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source might help you sleep better at night… Well, at least I hope. 😉

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(I couldn’t find the creator of this lovely bit of giggle. If you are the artist, please let me know: I will credit you for your wonderful work. Or remove it, if that’s your wish.)

No Monsters Here

They amputated her hope
while she served
in The Horn of Africa.

After she returned home, a babe
fed on milk he thought Free,
spat in her face
and she lost the right side of her vision.

Gut nibbled by masses of parasites,
heart choked
by yesteryears in her throat,
she said to the dark eyes
touching her skin through the hurt,

“I
died
more than eighteen months ago.
Haven’t they noticed me gone?
Can none feel the lifeless beating
of an emptied soul?”

A jolt
burned the center of her chest,
nearly breaking her back.

.

But nearly never accomplished enough;
for with her eyes un-blurring, post-zapped,
a now known dark gaze
aimed a Taser center-mass.

“You are with us, Sergeant.”

“I’m nearly sure you’re mistaken,”
she said,
and drifted back into the dark.

.

With hope and vision
stitched back on,
she looked at her face in dark mirrors.
“You run this place on your own, Doc?
It seems big and remote for just you.”

The Doctor leaned into the Sergeant’s face,
shining a little light into sandy eyes.
“There is me and Iris, my assistant.
She went to market for supplies.”

“Warn her, Doc. Before she hears all my scars;
people don’t take well to monsters
in their home.

“I see no monsters here,” said the Doctor
of the intent-full dark eyes.

One stitched soul was brought back from the dead.

Process Note (mildly on steroids): Last night, I asked my Facebook friends to “help me choose the author on whose work I [would] base my 22nd cruellest month poem”: Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Shelley or Sheridan Le Fanu. When I woke up, Poe and Shelley were tied. However, a member of Team Shelley showed considerable (if devious) initiative, and cheated to break the tie. I know, my Wicked Luvs, one should never reward such questionable behavior, but… Shelle looked so adorable in her disguising mustache. I just couldn’t resist. Poe gained some more votes a few hours after that, but I had already written the Shelley poem (and had gone back to sleep, in order to let it set before jolting it to life). But worry not, dear Poe lovers, you can take comfort in “Hair, Teeth, Poe”, or in the next Poe piece I pen (it won’t be long… probably). The Taser idea was shamelessly stolen from Ben R Marsten *runs away, so Ben can’t catch her*.

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for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 22 –  Plant a Poem in a Tale: Create a poem set within a story you read.

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