My Cardboard Balcony

I Have Not Slept by Belinda Roddie I have not slept since I have arrived here in purgatory, arms outstretched as waves of limbo's atonement has purged my fear of consequences from the weary saved remnants of my flesh. Do not tempt me, God, to forget foolish conversations lost in cava and whiskey in hotel pods that birth distilled regret at a high cost for my sanity. Fear thee well, demons, who creep across my cerebral cortex, riddled with holes from draughts of booze and sins that remind me of long lost innocence. Adieu, my love, of a conquest most foul that separated logic from its cowl.