Night Shift and Change



/ poetry


Wearing my hoodie

with the cowl drawn

I transform and am not me. 

This night, like every other 

painfully observed,

and with it, its sacred rituals

like reading myself the last rites.

This night, like every other

Both a punishment and a tribute to 

my own endurance.

Never willingly entered

and equally not shirked.




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