5:59 pm . nero
flooded by the sheets that
may keep me warm while i
drown in a dream
night enters through
the window like a
ghost.

faceless figments wrap their arms around chairs,
that are wrapped around me
opulent & red, i know it's not real.
but i'm wearing that frown which might
make it so. & their face touches mine
& the phone in the corner begins to ring,
so i flee.

nostalgia . uncertainty