Exhaustion
It ends with a crash.
Exhaustion.
It’s a wobbly feeling in my feet.
When I’m walking, on the sidewalk.
Three days ago, I slept.
But that notion is far away now.
I had so many opportunities to sleep.
With a blanket, and bed.
And comfort.
This feeling of my feet collapsing under me.
It feels cold, and spreading.
The crowd mutters.
The crowd wonders.
The crowd makes me a spectacle.
My heartbeat.
My blood pressure.
When did I last sleep?
I don’t.
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