sleep is for the weak
focus blurs
falling in and out of blackouts
sore back, sore hands
eyes are crusted sunburn
sleep is for the weak
two assignments
left to go
can't concentrate
i'm breathing
prickly hay
sleep is for the weak
caffeine hits the heart
so hard it hurts,
gastric acid
belch-burns the bloodstream
sleep is for the weak
sleep is for the weak
i can hear the
peeling sun
colliding racecar
thoughts -
sloshing into blindness
sleep is for the...
sleep is...
sleep...
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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