for some reason a towel
between my sweaty thighs
didn't seem as heavy
as the previous sheet was
not as confining
it's absorbent qualities
providing me a modicum
of temporary relief
but what do i know
i'm just an insomniac
as i fight this heat
i might be a hypochondriac
having problems with swollen feet
the fan was blowing as it does
that warm air
wasn’t going to move
of its own accord
but it was soft
and cooling to the skin
but the noise
it too
played it’s part
keeping me awake
i lay there
in my own fresh filth
and slowly began to bake
i'm just an insomniac
i didn't know
and i wish it wasn't so
i don't think i'm awake now
so much i just don't know
the window was open
to its fullest extent
but the breeze made
the curtains ruffle so
the light came in
intermittently
flickering
fleeting
laughing at me
and my screwed up eyelids
like an epileptic strobe light
but what did i know
i was just an insomniac
sleep wasn’t an option
not for me this night
and so i just lay there
supine in my bed
and got six and half hours
of heated anxiety instead!
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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