It was one of those nights, you know
when you lie in bed
every muscle in your body tense
and you know you’ll wake up aching in the morning
You’re in a building where you used to live
but you can’t find your room, your keys
or any of the other things you’re looking for
You had to take care of your bird
yet the feeder holds nothing but empty shells
there’s green goo tainting the water
and you know you’ve failed someone you love
You start cleaning your room, there’s heaps of dust in every corner
the shelves of your cabinet all crooked, the corners falling apart
all effort futile, your desires hopeless
It was one of those nights, you know?
I woke wake up aching
and wondered what would be worse
To get more sleep or get up?
Day 11 of #OctPoWriMo. There is a lovely prompt available at octpowrimo.com about moving your body to move your words. I hope to do that one some other day. What I did today was to dance a bit longer with my words than I normally do, playing with their choreography.
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