Morning Creeps
The clock buzzes,
I wake…
What's that noise?
8:15, 8:15, 8:15.
I've got to rise.
This bed won’t let me.
Everything blurs.
Can't see straight.
Creep, Creep, Creep,
The wallpaper changes.
The colors breathe.
The vines slither again.
Spread, Spread, Spread.
Once again,
It's in my head.
That noise.
It continues to scream.
Why won’t it cease?
The stars start to fade.
Thus day comes out to play…
Chrystal Vitale
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