golden light falls down from a lamp above

soaking into my back

all is silent save for the digestive noises

of a fridge regulating its temperature

snoring there in the corner like a beast

or the ocean

this should be a beautiful moment

but it’s not

I am so noisy inside

catching breaths between crashing waves

and clanging thoughts

seized by insomniatic tension

my muscles tighten

as if I am in the grasp of that same beast

now curling its sinister fingers around me

trying to squeeze out my soul

like a packet of mustard on its plate

as it sits in the silent glow

of a midnight snack


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