Cracked red floors
Pockmarks on the paling ancient walls
The conjoined bed frame shifting as I try to find a spot of comfort
A fan above and a fan beside
Winds like this turn skirts inside out
Still I am smeared in sweat
A tap in the bath leaks, water beats aimlessly
Mosquitoes and flies and
Bugs I can’t name irritate me
Hopping across the bed
Resting on my face, on my hair
My essential rest interrupted
My wrath awakens
Merciless, I swat and flick them off
Crushed, they drop dead
Peace reigns in this chamber even as great brutality
Is amok
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