I lay awake on top of my covers
because I can’t handle the sheet
on my
skin. Through My head is screaming
the still almost as loud as my thinking, letting each
air of my room heart. noticeable paint flaw
silence My ceiling: accompany
ensues. Blank, my more
It’s silent, but I am still struggling boring, negligible. Yet frantic thoughts.
It’s to slip into deep unconsciousness. here I am, still staring, a decent compromise.
Jordan Mahaney is an aspiring graphic designer and artist, currently finishing her biology degree at Acadia University.
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