fractals

fractals

A Poem by smear
"

in the darkest hours of my night she comes to me like a muse

"
in the darkest hours of my night
she comes to me
like a muse
no regard for my slumber 
so I wake

woke I stay
labor away 
fingers bleeding
skin to bone
inspiration strikes
only 
on sleepless nights

to be hashin at:
marking this paper
pulp marred with my words
drink desecrated with my image
plural like I have become
mind splicing to new
fractals like i 
fractals as i
never ending 
no beginning in sight

© 2016 smear


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Author's Note

smear
sept 7th 2015

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Tags: writing, drawing, art, muse, insomnia

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smear
smear

vestal, NY



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hi! my name is smear. im 22, agender, and love to draw and write. also make music. i go by they/them pronouns. more..

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