the blurred self

Dreaming of sleep until my 

third head is too loud for me to 

ignore anymore, my thinking smeared,

dialated and distorted with so much

incoherence I can feel it fester in my chest.

Angsty as I get these early 

morning hours, I can't 

mistake this high for anything else.

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

dreaming of sleep is a good line. I'm a fan of lines like those.