Poetry

Sleeping Pills

By: Ria Banerjee

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.

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