11 p.m

pornographic sex black orange with every stroke I feel the vibrations against my wall I bang upon the wall the wall bangs back my piece falls breaks one that now lost its value which was meant to be held for life I pick up it's pieces call the front desk the banging it intensifies black blue stars abruptly the banging silences itself sigh of ecstasy I hold my pieces and go to sleep bang the sirens come red white noise dirty laundry haunts me it's time to move on fully I've awoken senses have been overstimulated yet I feel so overwhelmed the neighbors begin to bang once more I open my door an apology slight chatter fills the halls we need to do better I retire inside finally going to sleep upon waking with morning coffee the news clicks on another sad story another day another bang an other new trigger the day awaits