daybreak

It’s so early
You’re curled up undercover
Kettle on fire
Cut off at the first sign of screaming

I cast my gaze into the dim blackness
Aware of the impending sunrise
Praying to whatever God is listening
That I don’t forget
to give thanks for my final breath

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