Awake at 2 am
feeling the burning in my chest that I wanted
the soreness in my back I disapprove
my composition and make-up unglued
in a fetal position, my left arm, hard to move
racing like a car through these bitter streets
I keep thinking and thinking when I want to sleep
yet I crash upon the road every hour or so
awakening from my slumber like an alarm is on repeat
beating me over the head with a fast heart rate and hot ears
I'm boiling to the touch
until winter's ice that evaporated comes back with a vengeance
washing over me
like a pair of dirty clothes stuck in the laundry
2 am with a buzzing head like flies live inside in my eardrums
that low hum echoing as I toss and turn in my bed
like I've turned into paper, origami
as if the perfect shape would comfort me
so I stretch my legs for effect, to relieve all the...