I can't dance
so I just spin
I don't want to wake the baby
I hope I wake the world.
I can't stop my body from shaking.
It erupts from the inside
I try and supress it just so I can maybe
write stronger.
But before long my hands are shaking. And my fingers
can't lie still.
They shake my world.
Which shakes my light.
Which shakes the bulb.
And there's a flicker of light in the corner of my eye
and my world is full of spots
and little white splotches that don't
disappear when I close my eyes and
they won't stop shaking.
We can't stop shaking and
I can't feel my tongue
because that was scalding, I hope you know.
And I can't taste my lips
because there's nothing there
to taste.
I run my dead tongue over
my teeth and I can just taste everything
I've forced down to help me forget
and wonder.
It makes me wonder how I can still get sleep when it's been
so long since I've felt something.
Tonight I break the surface.
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