Colliding with the rising scars
<p>I’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’s 3am</p>
<p>inside my skull<br />
hammers strike anvils<br />
in a steel town of pressure<br />
I’m lying between breaths sharp and shallow<br />
muscles cramping and gripping<br />
and my skin’s burning and crawling<br />
with insects, I feel them</p>
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