It’s 4am

Found poetry from the titles and thumbnails found on my YouTube feed (…I enjoyed myself, OK?)

Cee R.
Aug 21, 2024
Woman with a starscape projected across her face. She covers her eyes with one hand.
Photo by Marco Xu on Unsplash

A desperate
deconstruction
of tales
from the hellsite.

It’s 4am,
She doesn’t care:
(The grey morality
of messy
hot
girlies…)

Jackie, R U OK?
— you know social media
is public,
right?

It’s 4am.
She doesn’t care.
(A chaotic comedy
doesn’t deserve
a redemption arc.)

God is giving mean girl energy,
(oh no…)
— weird
and problematic
choices
(they’re out of control.)

It’s 4am,
She doesn’t care.

I don’t think we
were made
for this.

More from me:

Poetry by Cee

211 stories
A goblet passing from one hand to another
A book lying on a bed with a warm light streaming through the windows
Banana

Shakes digital tip jar

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Cee R.
Cee R.

Written by Cee R.

Writer, poet, (book) blogger @ dorareads.co.uk , Queer, weird, & a tad peculiar. Bookish rebel. Welsh as a tractor on the M4. Buy me a coffee @ ko-fi.com/ceearr