Midnight thoughts with someone

 

Late night talks

trick sleep

languidly away.

 

Suddenly

I see shadows

of my words on

the walls

between my toes

and fireflies

in my head,

my eyes

 

They buzz,

tingle

grass green

monochromatic

luminescence

not static

in this

adolescence.

 

I can’t hear the tick

of the clock anymore

with the flick

of the toungue

just the phrases,

the workings

of another mind

intertwined in

the dark

like vines.

 

Right next to me.

 

It’s 4am and

we consider watching

touching

the sunrise

as our mouthes

exhaust exchanges

on the snowball

called life

 

rolling, rolling

getting bigger

growing

and suddenly,

we’re here.

 

Dissecting society

with a butter knife.

What we could have

been in life.

Picking on the

gods,

everything is against

our odds.

 

Suddenly bed bugs don’t bite

when your fears

take flight

now impressed on your

mouth –

 

pull up your blanket,

its cold

w’ere unmoving

sublimed

by our mind

 

Looking at the clock

we think it’s six,

but it’s five.

 

So the last word

creeps out

skates

into the space

between us.

Curls around our

cuts

then silence-

 

sleep.

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