Nightcrawler
With each clump that falls at my feet,
the leash grows longer
and my head feels lighter.
The only sound -
the static of the bulb,
sounds like complaints
for being disturbed
at such an ungodly hour.
Paying it no thought,
the scissors eat through my hair
like a starving kid.
But just one meal is not enough
to allay the greedy,
they keep coming back each night
with a greater appetite
eating away parts of me,
shaping the stranger in me.
~freakstreak
With each clump that falls at my feet,
the leash grows longer
and my head feels lighter.
The only sound -
the static of the bulb,
sounds like complaints
for being disturbed
at such an ungodly hour.
Paying it no thought,
the scissors eat through my hair
like a starving kid.
But just one meal is not enough
to allay the greedy,
they keep coming back each night
with a greater appetite
eating away parts of me,
shaping the stranger in me.
~freakstreak
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