Broke

Something wakes me from sleep,
Prying my eyes from their lids
I hold myself up and peer around
I cannot see
The room is a shady grey and winding
But I can hear
The birds outside my window
The earth is still dark
Still bleak
But they are singing a cacophony
For what, I couldn’t know
The sun hasn’t even begun to peek
Are they aware it will rise?
Do they know it will fall?
Do they praise it?
Worship it?
They sing
And I do not
I slink into my sheets and wrap myself in filth
My glass skin shatters with strain
I sleep

Author's Note

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