Tongue speak

She speaks Tomorrow like another language.

Sixwordstories,some more.

Contest:'Word Prompt'
Brief was to to use the words 'Tomorrow'+'Speaks' (one after the other)together, in all of 6 words.

On a personal note: Im tired of dreaming, when falling asleep is like sinking. Not the sinking feeling that sounds so awfully,awfully poetic in a decent read. Its the slipping into darkness in spite of your nightlight on, the door letting in friendly cats and a moth-eaten stuffed toy curled up inside.
Tomorrows not really something you look for, when you've got to get through tonight first.

Last night it was Oct 16th and Aug 1st

Can you
can you
Can you
Can you see the burning light?

Did they
Did they
Did they snatch your dreamless hours
and turn them into wakeless nights?

Have I

fallen

in
to
the
spiraling
twisting
strangling

voiceless empty void of the voyeaur

Did not wake up to nothing last night
Did not snap my knuckles
Did not cry for you, or you, or those two
Did not see darkness no light only white
white
white
the sun rose

and I hated he who stole my nightmares and gave me this
this
this dreamless sleep
this engulfing,stabbing
whitehotblade
that went through one shoulder
and swallowed the rest.