Insomnia Soup
You will never understand how dark it is at 3:27 am
Until you meet me.
It is darker than the circles under my eyes
Or my polished purple toes.
At 3:27
Black is a whole different color.
A whole different voice.
Hello love
he whispers at my window.
I can taste fear through the curtains.
But Black has a beautiful smile.
So I must invite him in.
First into my room
Then to my closet
then I open the door to my head.
Black has a nest in my mind.
Make yourself at home
I giggle.
Not a real giggle.
More like a shriek.
But Black doesn't mind that I really don't want him.
He enjoys munching on membranes.
He enjoys it so much
He doesn't even know that I hate him.
Black's feast causes pain.
Pain that radiates down to my stomach.
Sometime around 4am I sit up in a panic.
beads on my forehead.
a marathon in my chest.
little knives in my stomach.... searching for a way out.
So I scream.
Black feeds of my scream.
I know it is not working but it's all I can do.
Help me!
Help Me!
SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME.
Around this time I remember to drink pink.
The liquid chalk slides down my open wounds.
I slide my thoughts to my mind.
Furiously.
tirelessly.
I try to remove Black.
But he is too far in.
Munching on money and a future college degree.
Dismembering the friend that I don't have to talk to.
help.
this time it is a thought
then a tidal wave.
The saga ends around 5 when Black finally sets me free.
He tattoos my face with purple ink.
He fogs my mind with an inhaler.
But Black is gone.
Gone for tonight.
So I sit down and write.
Write about the things Black chewed on.
The ones so bitter he spit them on the tile.
And if I keep writing
I feel safe.
When I am done writing.
I know I am safe.
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