.Midnight Reflection.

Bed, and instead of sleep, my
Reflection, messy and merciless, milky
in its faded glow.

And how the silence tolls,
tickling the corners
while I, tutu pink and clam-grey pale,
Blink in non-morse code;
bat-like, battling the light.
Still secrets swim, suspicious and sore and
Much too smart for fishermen.
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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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