☆ my wax light ☆ -fikss

poetry becomes

my wax light

in the thickening blackness

of the night

the dark draws

shadows on my face

crawl like worms

behind my eyes

my other face

i distract myself

with sharp pens 

soft skin

stinging ink

trembeling 

i seep into paper

bend through scribbles

my emotions flow in colour

i float into fever dreams

of star dust and eternal sun beams

ecstasy of expressing

my experience of the world 

through wrinkled words

stroking the catterpillars

grotesque animals

in the corners of my brain

moths and bugs and worms

i inspect them closely

write about their art

how they're cute 

infectious and absurd

before my hunger takes control

i eat them for dessert