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@breathing@indieauthors.social
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Mar 28, 2026
sitting in the dark as the sun rises
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Sensitive
I sit awake.
The birds are calling, but not to me.
I languish in the glow of blue.
The keys clack.
The sun peeks below shuttered eyes outside.
Sleep is an unlikely relief.
My pulse flows
Like honey through my chest, my arms.
I arch over my luminous addiction.
The birds call.
The glow is cold, conniving, indiscriminate.
Shuttered eyes obscure warmth.
I sit awake.
The sun flows like honey through my aluminum cracks.
My eyes shutter at the thought.
The glow shuts.
The eyes close, rattling, metallic, familiar.
Obscured sunlight, a reminder that it's another day.
I lie awake.
#poem #morning #goodnight