Twitchy, twitchy all the time
There are two of you
Two of me
Two powdered lines on the table
I want to see
Everything in numbers
The pale excursions
Of your long lost velveteen rabbit
The one that bugged me in my dreams
I would scream for hours
And scratch my nails on the asphalt
It’s my fault
I asked for it
The sugar of my being
The anapestic fade in and out
Of your voice on black and white ants
Scraping up the TV screen
I don’t seem to feel anything
I’m itching
Scratching
Bleeding
Drooling
Wanting more of this non-feeling
Tear my hair out
Rip my flesh up
To find the butterflies in my vessels
And set them free
For they are agog in their actions to
Contaminate my blood
Paranoia
A euphoria
I feed to please those around me
One more line
One more run through the fields of lilac
One more ride on
The monster.