22 February 2013

Insomnia and

time crawling swiftly by
swollen eyes sliding over each excruciating second
inside each strand of muscle seeping molten lead
hardening into long slugs of
lye-filled stomach (is it lye? the one that melts flesh?)
recoiling from a day's work
clamoring for raw materials to violently reject
ah yes
inside that skull is certainly a mess
of aggressive radiation
held tightly inside by leaden skull
(stand back a bit, though, you
never know with these things)
these nerves are surely faulty
screaming at me like this, nonstop
i'd like to return them please
no, no receipt
they were supposed to be a gift

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