Stimming Unpuzzled: A Poem by Jordan Chase

my fingers are like insects –

twitching flies ready to live

because come nightfall

their bodies will fall

still.

 

bu the night never comes –

there is always light here

unless i’m forced to see

just how disgusted

others grow

with me.

 

dawn breaks into starlight

as i am cast into the dark

cage of my body being

forced to bottle

my motion

until i

burst.

 

to bottle a supernova

is as foolish as it is

impossible.

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