Escape

So often I find myself

wandering off to bed

staggering through the daze

of lists and pretty-penny booze

As I wash, I find the blues

in my crinkle-wrinkle skin

matching grim-grey locks

that stain my black-bob mane

I crave the dark’s snug hug

to be cradled in well-worn sheets

looping the fuzzy-honey hum

to lull my puffy eyelids shut

I wish I could to step in tune 

with the giggles and knitted commune

even if only in my dreams

So I sleep…

Often…

Deep.

— by anntidote —

Date written: February 2025

Sketch by Anntidote [June 28, 2025]