My Mind
Mind like a square that is twisted.
I have a lime of a brain.
Squeezing but not hurting.
Four of me in my vision.
I have them.
They were like blankets with bits of fuzz on them.
You can see anything if it’s close enough.
I had a toothbrush under the bright light.
The lights are too crazy and moving toward me.
And then the night happens again.
And then the moon grows with my eyes.
The night is funny.
He laughs in a joking way.
And evil and dusty coughs in the background.
I have night in myself.
They always do.
Choking, sharp thoughts.
And the mirror too.
Two nights in a row.
If I slept now, I’d twitch even more.
Three nights in a row.
Counted on my fingers.
Then they fell off.
It’s day time, so there’s nothing to do.
Wait until night.
Turn the music down.
So they don’t complain.
They don’t like it when I sleep.
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