mind like a hive
oozing honeycomb thoughts
skull sticky with residue
the world sleeps but
the darkness hums
sleep arrives slowly ‘neath the moon’s lidless eye
her ceaseless beam an interrogation bulb
questions swarming,
inhaling that honey,
drowning in sap
rearranged days,
circadian rhythm working around to the other side of the clock,
crunching and stretching like a cracking spine
bedsores of the brain
eventually exhaustion feels mundane
undereyes stained, bruised, sallow
limbs caught in the tar
relentlessly gulping, swallowing greedily
too sleep deprived to resist the undertow
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
mind like a hive
oozing honeycomb thoughts
skull sticky with residue
the world sleeps but
the darkness hums
sleep arrives slowly ‘neath the moon’s lidless eye
her ceaseless beam an interrogation bulb
questions swarming,
inhaling that honey,
drowning in sap
rearranged days,
circadian rhythm working around to the other side of the clock,
crunching and stretching like a cracking spine
bedsores of the brain
eventually exhaustion feels mundane
undereyes stained, bruised, sallow
limbs caught in the tar
relentlessly gulping, swallowing greedily
too sleep deprived to resist the undertow
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