Alarm Clock

“Time to wake,”
the devil whispers
into my shallow grave.
Peeling open my eyelids,
he spits venomous saliva
into tired orifices
until my every fiber
reeks of his garlic breath.

I rise,
leaving crumbs in sheets;
evidence of
cracker-dick dreams.

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