The Art of Extinguishment
I can hardly keep
my eyes open,
drenched in
this bone-
tiredness.
I crawl into
bed, my pillow,
a temple,
and blanket
myself with
blessed dark.
Tomorrow is
an alien ship
I will not
board
for now.
There is
nothing wrong
with
rest.
Justine C. Tajonera
Image by Quin Stevenson of Unsplash
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