Feels like working through the night

I don’t see

how the sheets

Might be so damp

so sickly sweet

And cheap like

A fluorescent bulb

Illuminating from above

The cracks like

wrinkles we fall into

Contempt breeds

Each new day




Stretch out your arms

And feel the edges

Of the knife-bed

That you sleep in

Blindfolded dreams



Cut through the night