another hot night
that goddamn light
still flickering
its mutated morse code
across my closed eyes
a random ballet
of light and dark
with each wayward waft
of my recalcitrant curtains
another hot night
but what do i know
i just want to sleep
i dont want to listen
to the weather girl
she is not helping
the fan on medium this evening
blows tendrils
of superheated plasma
across me
across my room
it licks my exposed skin
like a public transport pervert
it eddys
across my corporeal form
seeking my nooks and crannies
in a vain attempt
to dislodge the perspiration
but what do i know
i just want to sleep
that bloody light
stings my closed eyes
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
- - -
I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
My To Be Read List
I have been taking some time away from writing. I haven't forgotten about Vocal, the truth is I just have been too busy pursuing other things to write online and honestly, my little family and I just had a really hard month between the flu and a weird eye infection/cold circulating our house. I'm currently sipping some warm peppermint tea because my throat is sore.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹3 days ago in BookClub
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.