tonight is not the night
tell me why
the air is so stifling
suffocating my every breath
as I lay dying
for the third time
in as many nights
my heart at rest
and barely beating
tell me why
I keep awakening
with a sudden spasm
an invisible hand pushing
against the dead weight of a body
refusing to move
as if signaling
tonight is not the night
september two thousand twenty-four
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