from bed, i’m tired


reasons to abandon a hope never realized in this soft lit room where children are taught to leave behind friendships in the face of fallen facades after freedom was lifted above fellowship

that ringing is your ears

what’s the contract?

who can write anymore?

are we agreeing or fleeing from hyena screech howls unnerving nesting nightingales while the moon passes behind white wisps

we watch

waiting for the sun to strip away the fear of not knowing

who’s there?

knock knock

i beat you to the punch

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