The Dartboard

The dartboard, golden, whispers deafness into my premature fears
The armadillo arch-glued in pain
Turning in my skin
It churns and melts my timpanis into wax clogged in
Drenched origami in the mud

And I'm curled up
My conscious cartwheeling in film etched in blank eyelids
I'm foolish to dream
Gyratory ants shut the night light off
Warbled, morphing

Honey, won't you come down
Come down and get a glass of water with me
Small tarsals crackle down the stairs
The water twirls down
A Taurus sitting in a plastic cup
There's no need to fall asleep
I swallow the sound out

But it's nesting in cavities opening flood gates in my brain
Although it hurts me, amygdalae will always win in my genes
And it's held me, dread in fear of those macabre eyes in the grain
Never relenting or letting my childhood sleep
Warbled, morphing



Credits
Writer(s): Darcy Milligan
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