2:30 a.m

Let's see what this tired eyes can conjure up

Tailor made were the words I must wear

They were handpicked by a close friend so I know they'd fit

Scared was I, because I know the creases cut

Opening every layer of my skin until the broken plume is unkennelled

Unkennelled but not straightened

But projects wonders from an empty barrel

And for the first time, I'd read out the details under my fingernails

And watch as the patch of light breathe

As they shake my hands to intercede:

"You wield fear, not assuage it"

The truth suits, so I must w

ear it