insomnia

darkness uncovering
my sleep
heavy breathing
comforting yet
somehow suffocating

ceiling fan whirring
softly slicing
drifted moon beams
peeling off layers
of my life

discomforting
that tickless clock
counting away
milestones of my life
relentlessly
the menarche
of my womanhood
haemorrhaging
like menopausal aunties
awaiting passage of day

tired eyes
finding no rest
scanning shadows
for answers
to unasked questions

i sigh
stilling my heart
letting the darkness
claim me once again