The guns
that keep you
awake
and shivering.
The stars that shine
cold
down
upon you.
The darkness embracing
squeezing
cloudlessly tight
like a lover you hate.
I am empty night.
Your last
cup of coffee
before the sun rises
like shotgun breath.
An empty room
heartache floors
broken window
demolished veins
like bent
nails.
I am awake…
and so is the night.
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