By Stephanie Cheng
I shed sleep like a second skin,
shrugging it off and delving
with a wild ferocity
into the night.
letting the insomnia close over me,
sinking, spiralling, falling into a whirlpool of delirium, dark smudges under eyes and trembling hands —
alight with curiosity.
Hands that dart across a page, flitting over words,
too-fast thoughts tumbling off a tongue
They dip into ink and onto paper,
a cacophony of thoughts in dark smears across the room
and as the first rays of light sear my eyes, a sunrise too soon,
I feel the moment slipping away and
I grasp at a nothingness much like water, thoughts
trickling through my fingers and dripping onto paper-