A $415 per-month sanctuary

Open my door

A pungent smell

dirty laundry and stray hairs

a collection of cups

collecting dust

represent

the hours of sleep lost

trying to memorize

trying to analyze

trying to come to terms

with accepting my failures

beyond all this chaos

is my bed

so I will collapse into its arms

and sleep

suppress reality,

If only for a few hours.

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