6am blanket

IMG_20180420_063703074.jpgUnder the cozy purple quilt, I lie down with my edging loneliness, seeping through my nails .

Like walking down the same street you’ve walked.not a single eye nor a single smile.Reminiscing that familial face ,warm fuzzy feelings now turned to grey

All I see is leaves,faces, memories,dead. Dripping on the music of the unheard,I pace along my heartbeat.its like trying to hold on to that last flame,that last hope, that last dying wish to scream and then run find home in the soft green grass and mellow buds.

Under this quilt,I hear my fear on never finding love and insecurities gripping my wrist clinking the champagne while I drown at 6am.

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