Midnights

Because it feels like
you shed a bit of your skin
and then
when it hurts the most
you bite
your lip, the pillow, the walls, the time
that passes without
the words you never said
because it felt like
your tongue was sewn
on the roof of your mouth
because it felt like
it wouldn’t want to move.
Weep but such is the silence
of the room
the loudest of yells could not
break it.
Because it feels like
you bleed a bit of your heart
and then
when it hurts the most
you sleep
shallow, sweaty, sinful, surrender.
Because it feels like
your eyes are glued together
and then
when it hurts the most
the sun rises yet again
the morning, the coffee, the shit, the shower.
Because it feels like
life dribbles on
and then
when it hurts the most
the hole opens wide
to swallow, to hiss, to chew and to spit.
Because it feels like
nothing at all
and then
like all in the world.

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