At four in the morning
You'll find me
at the corner of drunk and alive
Perhaps I am just practicing being alone through the darkness
I am electrified awake
Making laps around myself
hands passing from my stomach to my back to my thigh
trying to escape this bed and body but also
remembering what its like to
explore someone else's body
I hear the cars hiss through the rain outside
Insomnia is a jealous thief
Stealing my sleep
the birds giggle with her outside my window
she lets fear slowly coax me out of my slumber
Aware of my surroundings but trapped
Trying to find my voice
legs moving as if trying to get somewhere
run somewhere
but still I am fixed to my mattress
Disoriented but cognizant
Insomnia is boasting with pride
before the sun even rises