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Sleeping Pills
By: Ria Banerjee
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Last night I took an overdose of
sleeping Pills. My muslin dreams were
invaded
by nightmares–
naked apparitions swarmed like bees to suck
my soul as my parched lips craved yours.
I dreamt of dungeons and dragons;
Of shimmering mirrors and ceilings;
Of Balkan evenings and the throbbing blue
veins of your slender wrists wrapped around
my bare back. I woke
up perspiring. The bottle of pills
was lying on the ground,
half empty.
Awesome❤️❤️
Quite intriguing poem.
Awesome 👌🏻❤
Unbelievable depth and enigmatic .. please keep writing!!
Very good