I Hate the Night

Bloody sunsets make me crash

Blackness fogs my brain

Falling through colorless dungeons

Scraped palms fail to hold          

Jagged rocks

Plunging down the well

Fingertip nerves bleed

Feeling the descent to

The center of the earth

Cuticles pull away as

Syllables crumble

Dangling by a modifier

Periods, commas and semi-colons

Don’t give me a pregnant pause

The sugary exhaustion plummets

Eyes that are abrased by

Failed scattered tasks

Till the morning crusts

Scrape away defeat.

And I hear the muse.  

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