Night Crawling
The sun has not yet cracked the sky
But already broken I blink, I rise
Split and spilling before dawn
Last night’s crawlers ink themselves on
To the page from my body and brain
I cannot stay still with them wriggling
Sticking and prickling and sickening
My sleep, my diurnal functioning
Fucked up beyond all belief
I have become my own alarm
So all I can do is dump these worms
Until tonight when they return
-a.r.
Artwork: Worms by stuntkid on deviantart.com
sometimesihatemycat 
Wonderfully visual
Thank you, and hopefully visceral….
Oh indeed.
Gives a sleepy smile…this early waking must end itself soon…I’ve been up at 6am for no good reason for days…am exhausted. Thanks as always for reading.
My pleasure. The wakefulness will pass, I’m sure.