There are too many noises in the night. Crickets chirp, bloated stomachs growl, sinuses snore.
the front wings are rubbed together and is amplified by wing surface
there is nothing to muffle these soundsĀ
too congested to breathe
Below the belt there’s always stressed skin, leaving impressions
Like a bad headache in the morning.
* the italicised phrases are found phrases
Love the impression this poem leaves me with. Definitely not a bad headache, lol
hahaha …love your humour Vidya