NaPoWriMo 2023 — Day 24: “Sentinels”

24. Sentinels

he falls asleep
to the scent of roses
& burnt hair

patterns on the floor,
ruby teardrops &

he has been shaped,
mangled between
two conjoined minds

they watch him
like a silent film,
count fluttering eyelids,

await the dreamer’s
blend into his breath…

Photo by Quinton Coetzee on Unsplash

Note: This is as far as I got with this one today, but I do feel it needs to be expanded upon. I’ll file it in my drafts for the future.

Published by Jennifer Patino


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