Much To Do Poem by Jessica Kelly

Much To Do



A little dizzy-
from the lack of sleep
or the glass of Chianti,
she knows not.
A spider scurried across the floor.
Or did it?
Hallucinations.

Her eyes burn.
She only needs to close her eyes.

But time will not allow.
Time never allows...

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