00:50... 00:51... INSOMNIA

00:50... 00:51... INSOMNIA

I can feel it in my stomach,
a hot, round stone.
It has crushed the butterflies.
My eyes are closed
and the room is spinning.
Faster.
Faster.
My foot dances
its own twitching dance.
I take one deep breath after another.
I can't sleep.
And another dawn in all of its horror
is creeping in.
It's too hot in this bed.
I can't sleep.