In between this and that

The air drenches me

As I stride out the bedroom door

The artificial bubble

Of the air conditioned room

Replaced by suffocating reality

August heat hitting me in the chest

Like the overnight freight train

I always hear in my dreams

There is no in-between

Just this or than

No compromise temperature

Where I can adjust to the change

Of utter cold to scalding heat

Or the other way around,

My whole existence aching

For some in-between I know

Can never exist,

Just the freight train rolling over me

In my sleep as I wake the dread

That I have ceased having control

Over my old life

Like a Hollywood damsel in distress

Tied to the train tracks

Waiting for the inevitable to come



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