Spiked cider, dorm room, top bunk.
Rain, flashes of lightning, thunder.
Knot it my stomach, red in my eyes, pain in my breast.
Thumps on the walls, car alarm, door slamming.
Saliva, saline, salt.
Tired, awake, dreaming.
Hum, whir, tick.
Sleep?
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Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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