the endless battle of sleep
and reality continued
to rage deep within
this short-tempered girl.
a fire was lit far under her
skin from when she was
growing in the womb
of her doe-eyed mother.
she pulled at her chocolate
hair as she let her eyes gloss
over the dim-lit computer screen.
the girl had managed to shape
more letters into words, which
became more sentences, and then,
more paragraphs, or was it stanzas?
she couldn't remember by now.
how is this? she thought,
she's only been writing
for one night, and she can't
seem to remember? the
dark bags under her eyes
indicated that she hadn't slept
since the night before. but she
didn't seem to mind the new look.
YOU ARE READING
2:00 AM
Poetryin which a girl starts at 2:00 AM and finally finishes at 2:00 AM _________ (lowercase intended) started; july 4, 2017 (at 2 AM, i might add) finished; january 2, 2021
