branch shadows tap the window
the moon at its full phase gleams
i force my eyes shut
steps can be heard on the stairs
a flush from the toilet vibrates
and the clock tickitytocks away
i toss and turn
questions and essays chase me
as my mind sits empty and bare
my stomach grumbles and craves
i go under the covers
she opens the latch and enters
pulls my wrist and drags me with her
away from this place she will take me
to the trees and the mountainside
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