There’s calm to be found in the predawn hours,
in the still silence of a world still sleeping.
When the quiet settles into the foundations and even the cracks seem to fill with it, seeping out onto the floor.
Valium laced thoughts tumble in slow motion,
offering rest, relief, redemption.
An invitation for submission,
an overture made in vain.
Sedation has no hold in the face of sedition.
There’s a buzzing under my skin that tells me to run,
to throw myself into the abyss to see if
Gods and monsters look the same in the dark.