Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Day 869:

i write you in the dark
a silence
something to fall over my body
carry me into the morning
when the insomnia breaks
what will be left under its shell to find me

i am solid waste
learning what it means to decompose
how the stench of it leaves its blight
watch as the pieces fall away
only in darkness

i write you in the dark
i feel like too much is looking upon me for inspiration
or something tangible
and i have nothing but these pens
they scratch the surface of my skin
the center of the page
when the cut it deep enough to feel without eyes
with the lights off

i stop

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