thoughts ricochet off the outer lining of my brain at 4 am
the rupture is deafening yet my family sleeps softly in the other room
the recoil is my seized sense of self
double vision leads to destruction
intrusive and impulsive
those are the words i’ll use tomorrow when i apologize to myself in the mirror
however apology implies regret
and when the quiet night takes its toll
the morning dew will wash away my midnight sin