My House
When the house sleeps,
The fast and loud heartbeats in my ears play percussion on the already frayed nerves.
When the house sleeps,
The soft breaths in silent blackness prevail over the dark lurking in the corners of my mind.
When the house sleeps,
The hot, heavy embrace of feelings melts into the shallow hours of the dawn.
When the house wakes,
The vicious musts and shoulds are no longer dulled by the shadows of nightfall.
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