the midnight morning light
spills through
what would be blackout curtains
if
a lack of sun
would have helped anything.
the stripe glowed -
crossed my room as
i searched the ceiling
for some semblance of
sleep
until
with leftover insomnia
ringing in my ears
i pried myself from
dream drained sheets
grabbed my key
and an apple
and ran out the door
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
the midnight morning light
spills through
what would be blackout curtains
if
a lack of sun
would have helped anything.
the stripe glowed -
crossed my room as
i searched the ceiling
for some semblance of
sleep
until
with leftover insomnia
ringing in my ears
i pried myself from
dream drained sheets
grabbed my key
and an apple
and ran out the door
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