Textling #14

Insomnia scoops eyes from hollows, the better to see you with; strips skin and sky of constellations; licks innermost with toxic tongues. Sews daytime shut. Bundles, with shreds of night, old socks, a fright or two; pours petrol over. Strikes a pose in glaring light.

I beg, this witching hour, for a count of silence and a hundredweight of swoon.

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3 thoughts on “Textling #14

  1. yes, powerful and haunting…even just each line is enough on its own, and can be a title to a series of work. please don’t stop writing and sharing with the world…

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