Sorrow’s fingertips shush the last warm light
and the twilight shines pale again.
the breathing next to me doesn’t cease.
though, i guess mine doesn’t either.
i suppose that’s what we call a win.
Author: Emma Lee
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My prevailing prayer and five star review: I will return again.
peel myself off pale, clinging sheets,
lethargy pooling under my eyes,
dark side of the moon hugging waterline,
readying for frosted floorboard’s touch on mine.