Colliding with the rising scars

<p>I&rsquo;m staring<br /> at the smoke alarm<br /> counting its flashes<br /> checking my eyes still work<br /> in the middle of the goddam night</p> <p>it&rsquo;s 3am</p> <p>inside my skull<br /> hammers strike anvils<br /> in a steel town of pressure<br /> I&rsquo;m lying between breaths sharp and shallow<br /> muscles cramping and gripping<br /> and my skin&rsquo;s burning and crawling<br /> with insects, I feel them</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/colliding-with-the-rising-scars-3a19bfa0341f"><strong>Visit Now</strong></a></p>
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