Night Shift Sonnet

While lovers dream of fairy-tales

I drink caffeine in workers' hell

as blinding lights, fluorescent, pale

my pupils to submissive shells.

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Surrounded by Zombies, my friends

entertain me like drunken clowns

of the Chucky kind, a movie land

that only lonely stars belong.

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Behold! the evil witching hour,

when dark tales fly like bats across

the office floor, as others howl

their wanton lust for dawns first tease.

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Soon, fairy-tale dreamers, angels of light

will release my terrors of the night.

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Originally published at https://medium.com/the-lark/night-shift-sonnet-ecaeafc76a0a