she/her/me

Sleep Is For the Weak (freeverse)

I'm not nocturnal
Not something so pristine
I'm just an insomniac
With an intoxicated brain
Afraid of being
On a first name basis
With the midnight sky
But even more
Terrified
To join
The giant production
Of the blinding fluorescents
Associated with morning

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A/N: Quite an odd free-verse in my opinion, but I like it for the most part. Anyhow, I've been considering starting a new story on my wattpad, an actual one, not poetry. Perhaps I will.