A seamless trio of steady breaths intertwine
through the silence.
tranquil sounds linger teasingly
and clash mockingly against my
obscenely loud heartbeats.
clacking keys provide sole camaraderie
as night sky turns opaque and
ghostly thoughts haunt the still air,
translucent agonies residing comfortably in my
details of the day's history churn relentlessly in my gut,
posing questions more potent than the acid they thrive in.
there, sedated by the steady rhythm of self flagellation,
I am, at last, mercifully conquered by sleep.