<insomniac's diary: urge>
i've been watching
seismic events, breaking down
the earth opened in my front yard
miles down i saw tendrils of dark
and i swallowed the needles I wanted to
stick into my skin.
i've got a buzzing somewhere
under my ears, deep in my throat.
all I have is plans, scratched
into my palms, my arms, my stomach.
i wanted the ocean;
deep open moonlight
light skittering across my cheeks
wind spinning me into nothing.
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