Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Phosphenes

Midnight blue,
melting to black,
a dark warm red,
a starless galaxy.
Dreamless sleep, disturbed.
I rise to stop the shrill, unceasing blare,
then stumble like a toddler,
my fall stopped by the mattress.
A low growl,
then an explosion of white sparks,
sharp pain on my cheekbone,
confusion.
Turn on the lights,
feel the pink welt blossoming
on my cheek.
Below me, still lying on the bed,
a contrite hound.

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