Non-Erotic PoetryMy HellWind weeping through the
Slamming blinds
Waking me
A peek at the clock
Three fifty two
I rise
The cold metal of the blinds
Burning
My hand struggling to close
The window
I turn to tell you
Ephemeral instinct
My heart elapsed
Stumbling into bed
Into sudden sleep
Willful surrender
Dawn unfolds
Stagger through morning
Numb
Fuck, I say
My lips encircle
The cigarette
Your voice already
En masse
Mirror
Holed Visage Clouded
By steam
Cleansed of the
Night
Apply the mask
Today harder
Than last
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