my face is
lit up like
a jack-o-
lantern smiling but
hollow the
insomnia eats
my brain my
bones creak
with every
step we
have all the
parts we
need to
make
monsters
of
ourselves
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
my face is
lit up like
a jack-o-
lantern smiling but
hollow the
insomnia eats
my brain my
bones creak
with every
step we
have all the
parts we
need to
make
monsters
of
ourselves