Sweet Sleep of the Blue Pill
12/2025
I chose the quiet lie
the one that tucks me in at night,
soft as lullabies my mother used to hum
before I knew the world had teeth.
I let the mirror blur my edges,
called distortion peace,
called avoidance healing,
called silence strength.
In this world,
nothing cuts too deep
truth wears a mask,
and pain is edited out
before it learns my name.
I sip denial like warm tea,
let it coat my throat
so I never have to say
what aches.
Because knowing,
really knowing
comes with a cost
I am not ready to pay.
So I stay here,
in curated sunlight,
where shadows behave
and questions don’t echo.
Tell me I’m okay
even if I’m not.
Tell me this is enough
even if it isn’t.
Because tonight,
I don’t want awakening—
I want rest.
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Naomie Thomas
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Sweet Sleep of the Blue Pill
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