brainhellhole overspill

it was night of the month, and it was the night of the dogs.

i slid underneath the sheets, my stomach curdling with rwandan brew and beer. it was half past ten.

at three, i was awakened, the dogs howling and barking, and the cars zooming fast in the skyway.

the sheets are now damp with sweat, why do these dogs howl? where will the cars go?

i pray, i close my eyes and i count, and i pray, it will be morning soon.

~ by geniusness on February 4, 2008.