The night went like a blur;
No streak of humanity,
No buzz, dreams and whispers.
Is it morning yet?
Tears freely flowed to my cheeks;
Wiping didn't help,
Remembering pain so deep.
Is it morning yet?
Darkness inside and outside;
Frantic beating of heart,
Loopy thump-thump-thump.
Is it morning yet?
I curled up like a fetus;
Pillow serving as the sole comfort,
Cold blanket reeking of body scent.
Is it morning yet?
-Betrayed, who hopes she could just shut her eyes to betrayal.
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