Fragments At 2AM

It’s 2AM.

My endless wrestle

drifting into deep sleep

is filled with bullet holes

so deep.

My hands

busy

in tug-a-war

with

the edge of

my crimson red

patchwork quilt,

again.

**

A heavy body,

with chocolate

and white fur,

weighs down

my warm corner

that was meant

for me.

Thoughts begin

to scatter in my

tired mind eye

like dandelion seeds

caught up in

a forceful

breeze.

**

Two souls

seeking

warming

from the

freezing

temperate

from the man

who set

the frosty degree,

is peacefully sleeping

next to me.

**

My anxious eyes

check the time once more,

has the fingers of

the clock

frozen

too?

**

It’s still 2AM!

Goddamn!

**

Tis a time

to sleep.

Yet my worried thoughts

begin to multiple

in size,

like those ugly

babushka dolls.

**

Heart is racing.

Agitation

is draining

sleep

away.

For the clock

feels like

it's insanely

stuck at

2AM!!!

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This is for Poppy's January Writing Challenge.