Exhaustion Sets

Exhaustion Sets in like it’s staying. A sleepover I didn’t agree to. Unpack, unravel, set up, Sit down. I watch it unfold. Blindfolded. Whispers of worry, Self-hate, Is this a debate? It’s a little broken. What is this token? Winter is here, And I can’t Hibernate, Or recreate. I’m stuck, Black mud. Is this my...