No Prompt, Just Insomnia (NaPoWriMo Day 9)
No Prompt, Just Insomnia
Brain is shaking again.
Loose meat electro-sludge.
So stubborn. So erratic.
Good luck tokenizing this mess.
Jail cell culture bars
pulse with radiation.
Perhaps, deep fried
deep blue America flavor. Yum.
My hands are shaking AGAIN.
And so it the moon.
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