you can't sleep?
let's can't sleep
Now I will tell you a terrible tale
blood-curling, honest and true
about an evil ancient beast,
named the Peekaboo.
It stands tall, back hunched and naked
resting its’ chest-to-chin,
Their bodies are in the earth now, one hundred five of them. Faces young and smooth and empty, relinquished to the beneath-things. The beetles and worms. The roots of grass.