I was up
Biting scars
In the moon-lit sunlight
The hands-up of stars
Wishing
And curling seams
Of the thought which
Is lost within minutes release
Pour what’s
My cares seep
My total alright
Into where wreathing digital deep
Soil that’s left
Damp, dark and yet
Blinding the night
Stitching up holey, blanket regret
I’m dying
Not now, but
I ball up my feet
Watching, this white heat, lying, will shut
Away
In a little
Stitched skull
Of alright
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
I was up
Biting scars
In the moon-lit sunlight
The hands-up of stars
Wishing
And curling seams
Of the thought which
Is lost within minutes release
Pour what’s
My cares seep
My total alright
Into where wreathing digital deep
Soil that’s left
Damp, dark and yet
Blinding the night
Stitching up holey, blanket regret
I’m dying
Not now, but
I ball up my feet
Watching, this white heat, lying, will shut
Away
In a little
Stitched skull
Of alright
Finished October 9, 2018
