The thump in your heart doesn’t lie.
You can hear it through the laughter
on the brave face you’re wearing tonight.
It is louder than Comedy Central can ever be.
It drowns out the pressure cooker whistles
and the neighbour’s droning generator.
And it only grows louder because
the day has passed and a long night awaits.
You never were one for sleeping much
and now you’re left with this loud ominous beat
at an hour when all sounds retire.
It’s the rhythm of a pendulum that counts down
to an implosion you can’t assign reasons to.
All you know is you can see it coming
and you have retreated as much as you can.
Now you can only sit and wait.
One of the two things could happen.
It will build up to a deafening bang
Spitting out little shreds of meat from your chest.
Or you will finally learn to sleep.
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