2am
- suhanirathi
- Jan 20, 2020
- 1 min read
The light hits different
at 2 in the morning
the buzzing in my ear
is no more annoying
but a constant
a reliable companion
in the dregs of night
emerging only when it’s quiet
and I’m trying to think
sometimes overwhelming
deafening
other times fading away
ebbing into an echo
sinking into the bed
hair scattered
my territory marked
I lay half awake
suspended in animation
unable to separate dream from reality
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