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Aug 16

Perhaps I Should Go To Bed

The green light of my alarm clock blinks at me
Angry.
It shouts at me,
s
c
r
e
a
m
I
n
g
Into the silence.
I ignore it like I ignore the pounding in my head.
The heartbeat in my ears reminds me to breathe,
My lungs filling with sand as I retch out 
outdated
inconsiderate
anxiety-ridden 
Words.
Filling the paper with fire and brimstone,
Ignoring the way I suffocate in the smoke.
The numbers like to wink at me,
Starting at 9:53
Why do they flash 12:16 now?
My lungs pour their sand into an hourglass,
Over and over
And
Over
And 
o
v
e
r
Until I have all the time in the world
Until it is morning.
And then I begin again.