spasm

contraction

in fits

an hour or so

before sunrise

toxicity coming

in lethal doses

I already hear the

voices, the voices

echo

there’s a little darkness

left in me this hour

I must savor it

before morning’s entrance

creates a death I am

unable

to escape

whispering

    step forward

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