dry skin
dry skin
at three in the morning
wake up
find myself ripping up my flesh
with a toenail
can’t get back to sleep
clothing soaked with sweat
because you and i
had another knock out
drag out
fight
boxes packed
suitcases packed
words said
tears and yelling
neighbors pounding on walls
the end
the dreaded horrible end
of us
has finally come
i toss and turn
at a loss
at such a miserable loss
think suicidal
finally
reach across the vast sea of sheets
find your hand waiting
which you give to me
from a peaceful sleep
and i realize that it was only a dream
a motherfucking
kick-in-the-face of a dream
….and dry skin
at three o’clock
in the morning.
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