~ MY SICKNESS ~
william pauley III
I stand under artificial light,
absorbing energy,
feeling more awake now.
I spend nights alone,
cramming information into my brain.
When she comes downstairs in the morning,
I spew it into her face and she bats it all away,
then curls up on the couch.
I open the refrigerator
and try my damndest
not to crawl inside.
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