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Head-light Eyes
Pin-pricks and needles
I've got a razor inside my tongue
my eyes are heavy marbles
weighing down purple sockets
And my ears are lace
unravelling and tender
please don't scream because we
aren't the same
I am blind and I cannot
tell the difference
from whimpers and itches
Dense addiction begs the question
when the sky's black
in horizontal slits between
my window's wooden blinds
And I'm feeding the night
here at 2:05 a.m. because
there's nothing else to do
but misunderstand
I've got a razor inside my tongue
my eyes are heavy marbles
weighing down purple sockets
And my ears are lace
unravelling and tender
please don't scream because we
aren't the same
I am blind and I cannot
tell the difference
from whimpers and itches
Dense addiction begs the question
when the sky's black
in horizontal slits between
my window's wooden blinds
And I'm feeding the night
here at 2:05 a.m. because
there's nothing else to do
but misunderstand
Published 31st Jul 2014
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25th Apr 2021 4:26am
A fantastic bleak constant thats agging on. lines 2,3,4,and 5 I dive in deep with that. inspiring write. makes me want to read "scary stories to tell in the dark"; the lace/ribbon that held on that girls head for years until her husband asked to take it off of her and her head rolled off. good stuff.
