3:33 am

Anoushka Musib

Daydreams at the end of the night, wide awake
The scent of this spun-out night lingers everywhere I go 
I counted to three but little did I know
That the echoes were my uninvited guests 
Shallow breathing, I lay frozen, next to the window sill 
Outlining the silhouette of my three-hour sleep
Time apparently flew but the clock was adamant
If endearment was supposed to unlatch the cage 
Why were my feet not unchained?
I wrapped my arms around him,
But somehow, I was the one who felt warm
Don't come too close, you'll see too much
Nightmares in broad daylight
I'd always scream your name
And if I couldn't scream, I'd whisper

  • Author: Remy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 13th, 2023 09:52
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