Night clings like splinters. Sleep spins dreams of yellow air.
Brittle breathing raps lungs, wraps bones.
Breath a cackle, exhalation a storm.
The house creaks, sighs; bored with this wheezing panic.
I will sleep.
Will proves no match for this demon.
Sweat damps too-warm sheets.
Pinned under cloying blankets, I'm trapped.
I slough them.