pain

And Right Now, You Just Want to Sleep

Artwork by Quirubin Boqueo

Walking through quicksand air and
looking at bright blue white stars on
Lampposts, and the headlights are
Yellow glares eyes of murderous

Beasts, jump in front of them and
Be eaten, let your blood form paths of red.
And congeal, make foul of sidewalks where
People faceless with sneering faces look at

You, wading through the tar night.
It’s hollow, that cage of yours where your
heart once resided. How funny to reach
through your chest and feel with your fingers

Nothing. Your eyes dehydrated like prunes;
you should drink water not alcohol.
Yes, the bitterness tastes sweet, and your
Tears rim the glass like a fucking tequila shot.

Then you find your way home,
Home doesn’t feel like it but there’s your
Bed and your pillows and your blanket
And right now, you just want to sleep.

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#readersubmission by Gael Sueño

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