Fluorescent light
My reassurance
Shines down on me
Through leaves
Disgracefully
Flirting
With the bats
That flit
Above my head
I'm fascinated
By what I can't see
I've missed the bus
I wait to catch
The 1 am run
To the badlands
While
A love song plays
In the background
That's all they ever
Play here
Exhausted
And aching
I fantasize of
My cold bed
Instead yellow
Plastic chairs
Cut into my ribs
My bony wrist
Pretending
To be a pillow
I hear my blood
Pumping loudly in my ears
I'm surrounded
By curiosity
I can see
The question marks
In bright neon
Blinking on and off
On their foreheads
Watching me
As I
Watch them
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