After-Dark Diary
A prose poem
The night threw open its black gut. Countless fervid tears stabbed the charcoal sky. Blankets covered tired bodies; minds dived into a trance. The doped-up buzz of the city morphed into the subdued hum of the creatures of darkness.
Tonight, I am one of them. The thunder of thoughts has wiped out the lilac slumber. Again. My inert irises yearn for the lashes’ velvet. It won’t slide down. The wind of worry is blowing through my head. Raging. Kicking up the dust of doubt. Piling up catastrophes. A skull-bound Greek tragedy…
And I… Having twisted my body into all (un)doable shapes, I give in to my brain’s folie. Its blitzkrieg will steal the joy of watching the pale sunrise wake the city dwellers. Sleepy, they will frown at such brazen interruption of their parallel lives behind closed lids.
Dissolution. Lumens overriding the elusive visions. The forsaken fragments of fiction hiding in wrinkled sheets.
Wrapped in a blanket, I will drag my frame to the balcony. To bleach insomnia. To merge with the somnolent streets infused with the nostalgia of the dawn’s chilly blue. My retinae, eroded by the lack of sleep, will swallow the sun pancake with a spread of clouds. Blatant, they’ll void the bright forecast to echo my fogged mood of the day creature robbed of dreams… forced to birth the light.
© Masha Zubareva 2024
My gratitute to Scribe and for hosting my words.
