i need light-blocking curtains (not a real title)

I awoke to a day

made of molasses;

not unlike the too-warm

comforter we were

still wrapped in, slightly damp

the weight of the minutes

shifting and smothering

our bodies as we drowned

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in our own malaise

seconds ticked by

filling the austerity of the room;

white and bare,

a perpendicular pair of hands

illuminated by a single

tear of the blinds.

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