why are you awake at 4 a.m.?

In these blue sheets, I've become
Heated butter
Jellied candy
Marshmelloed
A new liminal I

"I" can finally count
Breaths
Feel the blue self, life, thought
Slow, slowed, slower

When fingers peel away the blue
Pull me to a chest
I lean
This "I" too tired to flinch
Too tired to remember

"I" search for a mouth in the blue
Tp count these breaths together
Before the next hour comes
And takes this "I" from me
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