‘ Charred photo’
After the last tap
The key board, demure.
The blinds
are drawn.
I am half sunk
Pillows embrace.
A sudden quaver/trigger,
My body tossed up and down,
Some unknown feel or fear
runs down me. Check out if
rats rattle amidst the vessels,
retire again to the recent emit,
fear lurking matted
bolster.
It enervates
my pulse.
The charred photo by the
Subtle Fire, time ago, looms
large,
beckons / to reason
out.
my face, encounters splashes of
water,
Now, no more sleep, sit back, think.
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