i’m not sleeping. properly
too busy handling the night calls.
my silhouette casts soft shadows
all over the wooden of my floor.
my gut vibrates miserably again
knees weak, shaking like a leaf.
everything swirls and swirls and swirls-
don’t wake me up please.
i’m not sleeping. properly-
too busy answering the night calls.
too busy emptying my shame.