Monthly Archives: March 2016


Every time

It approaches midnight
It finds us. 
Every time. 

A shadow- no host. 
It scratches me

And us. 
It hates to:

Leave; rest; sit alone

And wait…
It gulps. 

The white noise floods the silence. 

I bury under the quilt, face the wall and close my eyes. 
Sleep never rushes. 

It never responds. 


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