Translucent

5AM comes-
too early, and
too late.
I watch the sun’s skeletal fingers
strangle the night
slowly, at first-
then quicker,
with purpose. As if
something matters, anymore.
As if this day has meaning.

I am translucent.
Wildly unprepared
for the light.

A ghost,
haunting only myself.
Torn from the depths
of my own nightmares,
and the blurred memories
that bay and fuss like wolves
in my peripheral-
and dissolve to a red mist
under my gaze.

The day comes,
relentless.
As if it matters.
I close the blinds.

The wolves howl in the distance.