Another city
another sleepless night;
suffocating in the saccharine air
of too bright lights.
Drowning in the quiet
Loneliness
of travel-size toiletries,
recycled linens—
Omnipresent reminders of
Impermanence.
This is the opposite of peace.
A version of me
that is wavering & weary,
burnt-out & brittling.
Strung out
on transitory highs:
Ephemeral lullabies
of a spirit sundering.
