i woke
and that is when
it all
began
to fall apart
prior to
the waking
things seemed
to be going
as planned
but then
unfortunately
my eyes
opened
since that
irreversible
instant
it has been
a morning
filled
to the brim
with regret
coffee
my trusted
escape
has failed me
the pressure
behind
hazel insignificance
is immense
even the birds
are silent
a constant
whooshing
washes over
my freshly
shaven scalp
pushing down
on tender points
hidden in
hollowbone
being smothered
in this
unnatural
deathly silence
afraid to
turn too quickly
shadows dance
in the corners
of my demise
struggling to
scribble
waiting for it all
to collapse
knowing it went
sideways
when my eyes
forced my brain
to acknowledge
reality’s wrath
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