Five A.M.

Crept in,
bucking back,
breathing in open air, accepting the hallow.

Five a.m. laughing at me

I could taste the outside through my window
Foggy, sagging clouds and frost sprinkled leaves and grass, earthy and giving into the changes.

I hold onto the taste and linger longer on the lively scents of leafy decay.

Five a.m. laughing at me
I could smell the soothing Autumn scent.
How I wish it could last longer

Winter blows in so fast

Incorrigible, I toss and turn
pretty thoughts diverting away from the clock and taking me to lush forests.

Crept in
awoken by the hallow feel of my belly.
Bucking back to turn
checking the ruthless clock.

Five a.m. laughing at me and I know I’m fully myself.
Immersed in thoughts or suitable for the time,
tossing and turning, keeping the sensations alive


  1. There’s a five in the morning now? 😛 On a more serious note, I think this might be one of your best pieces so far. The repetition of ‘Five a.m. laughing at me’ was powerful, but beyond that, I struggle to pick a stand-out line because there are so many gems here! No wasted words at all. Just terrific writing Brittny. 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much 🙂 I have trouble sleeping sometimes and when I do, I have to use it to inspire me lol I’m really glad that you enjoyed this one ! This really was an insomnia piece lol thanks again ! Hope you’re having a great week! Happy writing ^-^

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    1. Thank you so much !! Sometimes good things can come from my bouts of insomnia lol sometimes… I’m really happy you liked this post. Thank you for commenting too much appreciated. Your work is great 🙂

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