I Lie.
Restless in bed.
Each time I feel my eyes droop,
I am compelled
to watch the golden light beside my bed
fade away
each time I bundle up in blankets
only to realize the perfect seal
keeping the solitary 1am light
at bay is gone.
I fiddle with the strings
on my blinds
trying to replicate
the blinding comfort my bedside sun in a jar
had produced.
pushing the fidgeting engine beneath my skin
towards a moment to lie down
I whisper to myself to ignore
the ice plunging deep into my pupils
yet the pressure of the night
creates cracks in the walls
lines sewn across imperfect darkness.
suffocating in it
my night
I understand what it must be like
to be in a car crash
for time to expand
like the pupil of my eye
and yet I lay lonely.
- Author: Ari Nystrom Rice ( Offline)
- Published: September 11th, 2023 16:48
- Category: Unclassified
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