Owl's Hour
It’s almost 3:00 AM
and I’m still scrolling down my newsfeed
bored to death and moody
sick of laughing at the same jokes
unable
to appreciate anything, everything sucks
too tired and too lazy, can’t do much
chat is off, not even in the mood to talk
already having conversations with songs
in times like this, food comes in handy
fries with cheese, pizza, cupcakes and candy
it wouldn’t hurt to get a drink
so I go to the fridge
sneaking so I don’t wake anyone up
a night owl’s life, it’s time for lunch
I sip on the way back
payback
now I have to take a leak
my stomach hurts, it’s making me
want to do it in the hallway
I run all the way
to the bathroom, kicking the door
out of the blue I dropped my drink
all shocked, I wish
I hadn’t
what I saw was too much
too graphic, I'm looking in disgust
I dropped on my knees
and started throwing up
the bathroom all full of blood
and buzzing flies, the floor all full of guts
flesh and remains of all my loved ones
with feces and hairballs everywhere
I pinch myself hoping it’s a nightmare
but they all hurt more than what I saw
in tears backing up slowly about to call the law
I bumped into something or someone
I hope it’s just the wall
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