She wanted me up again, She didn’t wake me with crashing or crying. It was a nuzzle, and two, three, four… When I rose, it was in the name of the bathroom, Not the cat, Even though I slept, two hours longer. She was a well behaved girl. Today’s promis shimmers.
Went to bed, Fighting off a hatching migraine Damn pain in the neck. Took the medication to make it stop, Drifted off, waiting for it to take effect. I’ll sleep in, Rest up and hope it ceases. But, Mercy is merciless. She thinks my alarm clock wires are a toy When sleep hit, the clockContinue reading “Thanks Mercy”
Stumble out of bed…. Because my body won’t let My clock do its job. Not that my brain is along for the ride. Watch for the cat Watch…. CAAAT!!! “At least you didn’t bat my face today, thanks miss Mercy.” Hello today….
You don’t have to hate a habit To need the habit. I don’t hate going to bed at 9pm, But I need to. I hate waking up at 4am, But it’s a habit too. And I need to, To get to school on time at 8am. Habit, or precedent, Even this one I refuse toContinue reading “Habits”
Went to sleep at 9pm Because no sleep is enough. Woke up half an hour late, Fell out of bed, Tripped trying to get up, But I am still on time, Because I wasn’t dosing off Repeatedly, As I tried to get out of the bathroom. Because I got sleep.
4am. Whether I hit the pillow at 9pm, Or 11pm. Circadian rhythm haywire My rhythm is fire. Burning at both ends. Purpose, goal, change as fuel. The burn is slowing, And steady. Let it burn.
The skin is the living organ that we forget even as we stare at it in a mirror Mine has taken to acts of willfull motivation, Itching in correlation with my desire for a nap. Ugly screaming like an alarm clock, When I hesitate to get up again. A crawling, tingling itch. My, “Accompl-itch Something”Continue reading “Insatiable Itch”