S̠t̠i̠l̠l̠ ρꫀ𝘳ᠻꫀᥴ𝓽ꪶꪗ

I'm wide awake.

Laying here, the sheet feels crisp against my skin

my vulnerability exposed, the hidden falls out

and I catch myself staring at it through blurry eyes

I try to look away but

it makes me look, in a relentless betrayal

of my innermost being

splayed out in a heap like a crime scene

tears splattered across the walls and ceiling

reveal startled imperfections

clinging to shards of shadows

outside my window

the stars twinkle gently and

seem closer than usual

as I drift off to sleep

in the morning

the sun will chase the dark away

the tear stains will be gone

all evidence removed by

the sun's warmth and

balming rejuvenation

of my spirit

and I will return to the

battlefield to fight for

a precious soul.

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In the end, we 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 win.