It’s coming for me

January 11, 2018

Shuffling into my room,

Hands full of destruction

Plopping onto my resting place, without the bed frame,
Hiding crumpled tissues

Refusing the entrance of the beaming light into my cave

Staring at the IPad screen,
Selecting the big red “N”

Having the murmurs if Bubba J wash over my yielding body,
My body rising to the occasion of destruction

Waiting for what comes next,
Tomorrow or freedom?

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