November PAD Challenge, Day 15. Prompt: Write a "tradeoff" poem.
here, I'll give you my tired eyes
in exchange for sleep--string them
on a golden chain and wear them
as you will
the soul-sigh too, escaping my lips--
take that in exchange for a
moment of peace, hold it with
parted fingers, a fleshy cage
for a fluttering, birdlike, that
once exhaled, is no more
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