Teen Sleep

 The dreams the dreams the dreams. Recurring in their violence. I’m awakened forcefully and frightened. If there’s a message being sent, it’s clear: You are not stable. It’s like needles under my skin, it’s like needles poking my eyes from within. Everything feels like it’s right there but I can’t reach it. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I have to force myself to smile through these bad dreams. It could be worse. It could have been a nightmare.