I lay naked for darkness to see
lightning paints blinds on walls
reflections comes to me fierce
i have to close my eyelids hard
crack on window lets cold air
touching me; i made a whimper
To tired to even reach for cover
i can hear shingle beating gutter
a faint knock i pretend nothing
steps walking away from my door
they sure leave me alone. maybe
i am waiting for sleep to take me
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