Coraddi Magazine

Anxious Angel
J.J. Knight

Now I lay me down to weep,
I pray my mind will let me sleep.

And if I die sometime this night,
I only ask you dress me right.

Now I lay awake in bed,
With churning, turning angst instead.

If I should sob, or retch or scream,
Convince me this is all a dream.

J.J. Knight will write for food. That’s why they’re perpetually hungry.