sleep deprivation was once my favourite drug
but now i am old and fallible
my systems inefficient and worn down,
straining to chug along
and exhaustion no longer pumps my head full of helium
distorting reality like a funhouse mirror
now it only fills me with sand
weighing every inch of my aching body down
down
down
its tacky-parched taste on my tongue is
nauseating
i hate the way my eyelids constantly flutter shut
like a broken baby doll who's eyes are stuck
halfway between open and closed
my thoughts went swimming in grease
shoot
and now from my closed fist
when i snatch at them
i am trying to stay afloat
in an ocean of exhaustion
but i don't know how to swim
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collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
