Hinge Up

a freight train night
barrels down


i wake up a burst
hit by force a thousand tons


hurt all over, pain bleeds blue
my nightgown stained hollow

a stain

cannot wash out

try to wash out
but cannot

cold, sorrow frozen thick
sharp stab in back

still, i am so still
waiting for pressure

where is pressure?

cozy first
warm first
a sudden burst
no pain worst

i stand alone dark
quiet, not quiet

a needle so thin
a thread too tight

i cannot wake up night
must not wake

fire, sting eye
feet no feel
feel feet


back to bed
bed to back

hurry, must sleep now

forget pain stain hollow
fill empty with sleep


hinge up tonight
unhinge in morning


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