stevencudahy, 6 months ago

something fires or misfires
and we're falling fragmented

every part of waking has been sharpened

the knives are being pushed from the centre of the head
outwards through the brain and skull and scalp and hair

we do this to ourselves

riot in the long darkness
and to hell with tomorrow

burnt-out husks, fists clenched, panicking

sleep can't save any of us
from what we birth within it

#Poetry #Writing #MastoPrompt #vss365Today prompt - 27th November - nightmare.