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My eye opens to the sound
of dripping noise from the bathroom,
broke the silence that was needed.
My ear pricked,
my mind focused,
half my body still asleep.
The noise grows louder still.
Thunderous, raucous
petulant whine
that knows not how to stay quiet.
A twitched foot makes a move
but the other doesn’t follow.
A hand against a pillow
to turn my body over.
The sound of moving water
still persists, still persists.
Morning comes like evening shadow.

Delirium: Work
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