my tired eyes are met with strange lines and planes
that fumble together into the shape of a room
there are deep violet shadows that stain the walls
and heat casts an uncomfortable glow
the bed is scraped bare and the closet gapes empty
its black mouth bare of teeth
after a while, i press my cold fingers to eyes that do not wish to see
and when my lashes open, the fog has faded gentley
the window pane has been painted with care
the color of robin eggs and cream
golden light in the morning finds it’s way
through the thickest screen
and the violet stains on my wall
were merley a trick of the eye