nightcall

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.

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