Blurry eyes
Black coffee
Liquid screens
Non-stop, tip tap
It hurts to sleep
It hurts to breathe
Blurry eyes
Black coffee
Liquid screens
It hursts to sleep
When the pain is persistent
When it runs deep
Ever so deep
I write
The pen keeps gliding
The ink continues to flow
It's like popping a pill
Like an endless stream of liquid relievers
The sticky evening heat reminds me of liquid screens and black coffee
Eternal nights of black ink and liquid crystal displays
The addictive sound of the click clack keyboard
Tip tap
24 hours of bulging eyes and aching hands
She writes
She writes
She writes
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OF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
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