Dead eyes, night lights
A sea of stars drowns in obsidian skies
And Time’s withered claws scrape across the mirror in your mind
Or is it a window?
Eyes shine bright in the reflection but there’s something on the other side
The huff and bustle of sleepy coffee shop life
Rain drips down the glass beneath your tired eyelids
Or is it a curtain?
Stained-glass tear stains,
The rain melts the rose-colored windows into view
Is it steam that fogs your sleepy mind?
Blink. Stare. Repeat.
Pillow stuffed with dreams undreamt
Held hostage by nightmares that are
Or is it the feathers that tickle you awake?
Tickle? I meant choke.
Rip their claws off your neck, wake up and smell the coffee!
Or is it desperation?
Breathe it in, let the caffeinated air fill your lungs until they implode
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