2am

Written June 2018.


2am is a dangerous place.

I visit it often.

The mind wanders to memories

gone by. I do not want them.

2am is a garden corner

and blurred delusions.

A girl’s first kiss, ugly and wrong;

her vulnerability pursues him.

She pushes back the clock’s hands

but they come back again, again.

Nothing changes though however

despite the pain she is in.

2am is now repressed

as untouched as a holy place.

Nothing that’s buried can’t be found;

just their secret, her disgrace.

She buried the burden deeper

than the web of lies that she spun.

Gradually rotting and growing

around the truth- she let it happen.

She can only go there alone;

trusts no one as the Clock strikes for 2am.

A first kiss or self-destruction?

At age 16, her downfall, her ruin.

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