Insomniac’s Revenge

This entry is part 18 of 21 in the series Une Semaine de Bonté

 

Page 18 from Max Ernst's Une Semaine de Bonté

Sleep will elude me no longer with her silver tongue. I have bought her silence from a horned god: half goat, half lion with a banker’s dreamless fingers. His purse yawns open to take its paper medicine while she, my darling captive, stares past me, like no hollow-eyed face in the mirror I’ve ever seen. Perhaps there’s someone behind me, some rider, some mare. I don’t know. She’s not talking. And the room’s beginning to tilt and turn dark.

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