My insomniac mind
Replays
Recordings in a blue haze
The lips that kiss
The lips that don’t
Pink hairspray nightly mist
Coughs of cigarette smoke
My insomniac mind
Knows
Life can’t be lived without ghosts
The words that are spoken
The words that aren’t
Wrists cut blue bleeding broken
Faces hidden by art
My insomniac mind
Performs
A circus in a blue thunderstorm
The dreams that are real
The dreams that aren’t
Tin foil rooms, cartwheels
Camera shutters at a masque
My insomniac mind
Writes
Dancing words on the page
The stories that were true
The stories that weren’t
Vision blinded by smiling blue
Days are a blur
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About the Creator
Emily Ocean
Writing the soul.
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