dawn

when I stay up way too late & my eyes can't handle the sun

when the morning birds call
i don't feel a thing
the hours blurred like junk notation
i try to block the window light with opaque bedsheets
but the light still escapes inside
my coffin of a room
like a porch of a haunted house in the morning
fetal position in a cramped closet
so i can let numbness wash over
without the feeling of the sun watching down on me
punishing me for my sins