I don’t like writing this.

I have no desire to recant the red dress
The storm, the torrid blend of passion, anger and shame
Yet it haunts me at ungodly hours.

Let me sleep *****.
I can tick the bucket list.
Check the Facebook quiz
“One point for if you’ve ever loved”

Have you tasted ashes?
It’s ******* awful.

You know what?
Dear alarm clock?
With your pretty pink dock.
You stalk.
Break my eardrums.
Let. Me. Sleep.
You are weird,
Like no other.
And I begin to ponder
Wonder.
How do you know at what time I wake up?
Or I turn on the radio?
How do you know if I set an alarm for the next morning?
Why are you so loud and mourning.
I don't know about you,
But.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.
Don't be creepy.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.
Don't be loud.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.
Don't know the time.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.
PLEASE.
LET.
ME.
SLEEP!

Just in case you didn't notice,
Dear alarm clock,
Don't mock.
I have an appointment with my bed and pillow.
So.
Shush.

And.
Let.
Me.
Sleep.