Nighttime

My eyeliner is running and smudged,

writing the day away on the blank pages of notebooks

sitting in the bluish glow of my laptop’s screen,

scrolling slowly through thoughts I’m not sure were mine,

 

I’ve kept it in all day,

against the background of peeling yellow wallpaper,

faded to the motion of the sun,

the bones of the house are bearing too much weight in this attic,

and I’m left to cry the night away,

5 hours till sunrise

This poem is about: 
Me

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