Morning

Burnt by fatigue,
lack of sleep,
lack of darkness.
Morning has stormed into my room,
then proceeded to shake the bejeezus out of the bed.
Thrown all the covers off,
tossed the pillows onto the floor,
cyclonic madness,
made a mess of me.
Uninvited,
Trespasser!
Remove that fuckin’ sunspot,
which eats into my retina.
Just once,
spare the lash of daybreak.

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