September 2011
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I never sleep early on monday nights
no rain to cradle me with its cold, no legs to wrap mine around.
lousy country songs rattle through my mind,
crushing my eyes, pushing my ears through my teeth.
the train on it’s last trip,
no mcdonalds or sweet kisses for me.
the blinds hypnotize me, I hypnotize myself,
falling, hurtling through space oddly resembling my bedsheets
of course I can’t breathe straight or think...
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12:44 am non sequitur
my streetlight replaced by a city and my silence drowned by the world
these seafoam walls shrink each hour of the night
each motor sound sounds in my ears more abrasive than the last
I want to write “FUCK IT” on the clean white closet doors
but I know I would wake to regret it.
I wore sweatpants in public today