(osis)

We’re psychotic

Dangerous

On edge.

We’re hands

Resting on a keyboard

As we wait

For inspiration.

We’re fingers

Tapping restlessly.

 

In a dawn

That reeks of insomnia

I look upon

The mess of my creation.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

'in a dawn that reeks of insomnia.' that is amazing. just the mix of senses and and the messiness of writersblock and the contrast of the first few lines...again, could gush for ages, but I must sleep..xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx