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Fluttering at shutter speed. Is it my heart inside my chest, or my lungs palpitating. It is my veins.   Rushing with blood, or collapsing for lack of. It is my stomach. Eating away its own lining; Acidic paint splattered across its walls. Whitewashing them With every sporadic convulsion I feel. A fortnight, No sleep. When I do sleep, I do not sleep. I am depressed. Unhappy.  Not entertained.   Overly-dramatic. Questioning every decision I’ve ever made about life, I inflate with anger. I think about opportunities passed. I revolt with envy when I see artists prevail. I am a miserable **** brimming with unseen talent. I miss cigarettes. I miss ******* Cheap whiskey and grinding my teeth until 2 in the afternoon when my bloodshot eyes’ll tell you more than you could ever learn reading my palms. Fake prophesies of people who never really cared, and rooms lit up with cheap disco lights and moist carpets. Perfectly ripened with mildew and sweat and DNA. The saved lives of unborn infants. The lucky few.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
The Lucky Few
Fluttering at shutter speed. Is it my heart inside my chest, or my lungs palpitating. It is my veins.   Rushing with blood, or collapsing for lack of. It is my stomach. Eating away its own lining; Acidic paint splattered across its walls. Whitewashing them With every sporadic convulsion I feel. A fortnight, No sleep. When I do sleep, I do not sleep. I am depressed. Unhappy.  Not entertained.   Overly-dramatic. Questioning every decision I’ve ever made about life, I inflate with anger. I think about opportunities passed. I revolt with envy when I see artists prevail. I am a miserable **** brimming with unseen talent. I miss cigarettes. I miss ******* Cheap whiskey and grinding my teeth until 2 in the afternoon when my bloodshot eyes’ll tell you more than you could ever learn reading my palms. Fake prophesies of people who never really cared, and rooms lit up with cheap disco lights and moist carpets. Perfectly ripened with mildew and sweat and DNA. The saved lives of unborn infants. The lucky few.
#insomnia#whiskey#cigarettes#saved#sleepless#spared
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jeremy-anderson
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
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