I stay awake at night, and lie; daydreaming.

These moments I spend awake
The translucent cup tinted white
sits on my table
a refreshing welcome to the start of a
Cruel, cruel night
of mind contortion
The brain-gymnast’s nightmare
A stark reflection of a path
leading ahead of me

I st-stutter when I think
about what it seems to be like
but I hold on;

if only for the sake of someone.
It’s worth it to see
how beautiful distractions are
infinitely pleasurable in my mouth
as I taste its core, on the bitter palate
on my willingly molested tongue.

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