I sip on brown water
Because I cannot sleep.
But not three cups ago
Where my sips were gulps.
My scorpion reminded me to die slowly.
I didn't listen.
I hurt myself on purpose without knowing it
And was glad once I did.
I stared at light for two hours
from the shadow seat.
I burned the back of my brain
For pleasure.
I made one last cup that was already gone
Because I hoped that if my stomach felt swollen
I could fall asleep.
I decided to lie to myself instead.
I'll stitch up the window
Needles and nails weaved into a thick cloth.
Red with my potent misery.
That should help me sleep.
Because the moonlight isn't dim enough.
Because I imagine it so.
Because
My poison is water based, flowing away with ease.
Unlike my ailment, different so, as heavy as stone.
Author notes
Written around last summer when I couldn't sleep.
Comments
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This is my favorite so far... this is very deep and descriptive. I cannot describe how it makes me feel, but, I love it. You remind me so much of myself, just through the poems I have read thus far. Great job. If you had a book published, I would most definitely buy it.
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Goose-Pimpling
Reading this, I actually feel the heavy bloating of one too many cups of hot chocolate on a restless winter night
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