she told me go back to bed, you moron it was a twisted sheet summer sweat the lunar breeze that lifted the yellow curtain away from the dark window outside i heard a dog bark and further away a honking horn: the siren call of town. instant random gratification, relief from this sudden bordem. what are you looking at? she asked. there was a sudden stillness a clarification in the air which hinged on the next moment. its 4:00 in the morning, come back to bed or go in the kitchen, you look creepy just standing there. but then that noise- do electric clocks hum? i could smell a faint madness in the air. something was telling me to do something crazy- run outside and howl into the darkness- kick over every rock scratch through the dirt until i had awnsers.
Reason for writing:
an odd compulsion that often strikes me when i cant sleep
Birth sign: Taurus
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