Six feet beneath the grass,
Lay a crimson body made of glass.
This home of bones is now caving fast,
Beneath the weight of sleep that lasts.
– Brittany Rose
Author’s notes: This is a poem that was kind of thrown together by a prompt, given by the lovely Maggie Elizabeth. Here it is: “write about the weight of sleep (after W.S. Merwin).” So, this is it! Be sure to check out her blog, eh? Not only does she post consistently, but she really puts everything into them. (: