the lights are buzzing
and my ears are stuffed with pollen
yet i can still hear the hive of bees in the ceiling.
the lights are buzzing
strobing against walls of alabaster and tiles of ***** white
neon and drunk off of the ticking of the clock.
the lights are buzzing
they carve out slivers of eyelashes
and slide flickering fingers to rest along the chin of despondency.
the lights are buzzing
their uneven beat is perfect melody
to the crying in the hall, outside waiting room 23.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
the lights are buzzing
and my ears are stuffed with pollen
yet i can still hear the hive of bees in the ceiling.
the lights are buzzing
strobing against walls of alabaster and tiles of ***** white
neon and drunk off of the ticking of the clock.
the lights are buzzing
they carve out slivers of eyelashes
and slide flickering fingers to rest along the chin of despondency.
the lights are buzzing
their uneven beat is perfect melody
to the crying in the hall, outside waiting room 23.
they keep me numb, an empty shell with twitching fingers and vacant eyes.
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