Welcome back, bitch – I see you’ve missed me.
Tick-Tock the clock is dead,
he died along with my sanity about an hour ago
I hid under blankets in the end
wearing them as skin
I was a whale-
immersed in a sea of sleeplessness
coming up for air only when needed
Watched each other for a while
me with my insistent tick above my right eye
he with his second hand trapped between the increments
of three a.m. and four
Was me that killed him
I admit it
ripped sad old double AA’s
out of his torn open back
couldn’t stand to see him suffer
see him fade
Laid to rest
beside bed-lamp and book
covered his face with tissue
the least I could do.
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