Shiver. Beetles under my skin
wear top hats in my fever dreams.
They dance on pinprick goosebumps in
the pale fabric of my shirtsleeves.
Crawling. Aching. Never let it stop.
I need it more than it needs me.
Lock me up; Throw away the key.
Gasping. ****** Never let it stop.
One more drag.
One more drop.
Lock me up; Set me free.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Shiver. Beetles under my skin
wear top hats in my fever dreams.
They dance on pinprick goosebumps in
the pale fabric of my shirtsleeves.
Crawling. Aching. Never let it stop.
I need it more than it needs me.
Lock me up; Throw away the key.
Gasping. ****** Never let it stop.
One more drag.
One more drop.
Lock me up; Set me free.
I've decided to write these every day until my skin feels like it fits again.
**** this is awful.
