Mosquito bites
The light buzzing sound of fan

Lullabies are not needed

The soft rustling makes me help sleep
The silence on the other hand makes a mess of my mind

The nightmare are not that pesky
Things that used to agitate are comfortably numb

camisoles and open wet hair
the thinnest pillow and the woven sheets

A thermos of cold water on the side to quench the usual dry mouth
Summer nights are noisy and the breaths are not heavy
Tears and sobs are easy to hide.

This poem was written/submitted by Igty.