Waking is the worst
part of every day
the moment you realise
along with everything else
sleep has abandoned you
stare at the ripple-less desert
of the perfect ceiling
wishing for oblivion
to turn back
to take your hand again

warmth leaves your body
sunlight absorbed by stone
evaporates at night
only your night is the day
that’s been waiting
to carry on pushing its blades
through you
you never bleed to death
because the blades never end
are never removed

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  1. This stands quite apart from your usual! Very violent imagery towards the end – and quite desperate from the start. The days will be getting longer soon! That’s always a game changer! See you at the next thing, hopefully 🙂 Dan


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