Crumbling like cake crumbs
Onto the napkin
Swept up, spilt out
Onto the table
Carelessly brushed off
Onto the seat.
They stick to you when you sit upon them
Swipe them off,
Onto the floor.
Little stocking feet trail them
Around chairs, table legs,
And various other places, ground into the carpet...
Follow the bread crumb trail, like a storybook;
Racecar pajamas and hospital bracelet,
Pill bottle and drool;
Pills secretly spilling out onto the pillow,
Sleep is thick in the air, like clouds after the tempest.
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