i'm tired. bed is overdue. but today was a full day. full like a bag of ripe cherries splitting the seams of a plastic bag.
crushed cherries at the bottom seeped through cracks and stained flesh.
promises made and promises kept.
a good day
i'm trying to tell myself.
it's true, i say back,
good, but full.
but now i'm not sure how i'll get to sleep.
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