Perhaps I Should Go To Bed

The green light of my alarm clock blinks at me

Angry.

It shouts at me,

s

c

r

e

a

m

I

n

g

Into the silence.

I ignore it like I ignore the pounding in my head.

The heartbeat in my ears reminds me to breathe,

My lungs filling with sand as I retch out 

outdated

inconsiderate

anxiety-ridden 

Words.

Filling the paper with fire and brimstone,

Ignoring the way I suffocate in the smoke.

The numbers like to wink at me,

Starting at 9:53

Why do they flash 12:16 now?

My lungs pour their sand into an hourglass,

Over and over

And

Over

And 

o

v

e

r

Until I have all the time in the world

Until it is morning.

And then I begin again.