Tired

I guess I am just tired
Why am I still trying?
Lonely hotel beds for a week
Alone with my thoughts
I don't know what to think
Swimming with thirst
For a taste of the drink
Seducing,
Consuming this tomb of ennui

Silence holds its special exception
Against the flushing of unquestioned friction
Darkness folds with force of starched linen;
Neatly
Cleanly
Creases press deeply into gasping breaths
As sobs clench tight against night air.

Stars crash into synapses like quicksilver,

Silence whispers like steel against scabbard

"Shhhhhh"

He waits for days to fade to nostalgia
When slumber slips off her satin shift
Wrapping him in sated repose