Her eyelids finally met that night, as they were about to conceive that beautiful child called Sleep
There was a rattle in her bones as the Sandman whispered in her ear
"There will be no rest for the wicked and the dammed, My Darling, My Dear.
So what the Hell are you doing here?"
She never slept again.
Wednesday 16th March 2016 6:38 pm
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