You slipped in the nonsensically addicting nature of insomnia, and I dig that.

"carving a statue out of my arms and legs", I dig that, too.

Do you drink coffee, or just tea?

I love the last line of the poem

and the imagery is simply amazing.)

breakfast, that dumb-eyed block of burnt lips and black tea.

she keeps a museum in the bags of her eyes

and she's too fascinated to sleep ever again. - I loved that part (:

What really caught me first was the title. it was just really interesting. anyway, uhhm, i love how you string words together. my words are flat out, bleh. but yours...i liked the way you wrote one thing, the words so beautiful when read in that context, but clearly meant something else.

a few times i had to read it over to understand what it meant, which was good too. gives you something to think about.

:D nicenicenicenicenicenicenice!