3 A.M.
shadows dance
on deaf walls
heartbeats
echo
in hollow chambers
muted
by the thinness
of a plastic pillow
inadequate comfort
for nocturnal cravings
breathing
becomes willed labor
covering the portal
to dreamless sleep
agony hangs
like wet hair
over bloodshot eyes
blinded by the silence
of alone


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