Lucky shit, I am,
for getting lucky.
I feel sick–
these vertigoes
are tunnels of skin;
a serpent’s sheath
that I might escape,
until the next shedding.
A clock is chiming: 3 AM.
Insomnia is a meat-grinder,
shredding my body. See the holes
it creates? Listen to what falls
through them: hitting the pavement,
the ping of my self emptying
sounds like the quiet crunch
of cicadas’ shells leaving trees,
their essence–
their bodies–
long gone.

Emily Florence Morley

Metaphors (2018) was created in collaboration with Emily Morley. Emily 's poem 'Metaphors' was first published by Clementine Poetry Journal in June 2015. 

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