A Night Untitled
3 Benadryl
My body is damaged, depleted and drawn tight around my bones
Skin that shivers through the sweat
A heart never to be trusted.
How many of these edge-balanced days are left?
Give me 1,000. And fill heaven with the stars of night.
In the silence, I hear my skin cells living and dying. Being birthed again.
And all these miles of nerve fibers. Laid out like twigs. Drenched in kerosene.
Yes. I'm on fire.
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