The night draws near
surrounding me with the obstinate strength of obsidian arms
casting over my head a blanket of oblivion
obliterating my obligation to be anything but oblivious.
My frame oblong along this bed frame,
I oblige the night her whispering request: to rest.
So be it.
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 1:37 AM UTC
The night draws near
surrounding me with the obstinate strength of obsidian arms
casting over my head a blanket of oblivion
obliterating my obligation to be anything but oblivious.
My frame oblong along this bed frame,
I oblige the night her whispering request: to rest.
So be it.
