Stimming

my fingers are like insects - twitching flies ready to live because come nightfall their bodies will fall still. but the night never comes - there is always light here unless i’m forced to see just how disgusted others grow with me. dawn breaks into starlight as i am cast into the dark cage of my body being forced to bottle my motion until i burst. to bottle a supernova is as foolish as it is impossible.

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