Endless

Endless breathing. Watching myself from the reflection. Of someone’s necklace. The necklace is a locket and opens up. Laughter. Endless sitting. Is sitting in a chair normal? I forget. Crossing my legs. Then they laugh, so I start to wonder what I’m missing… Will I sink into the floor? If I sit too long. I can feel it, so I close my eyes. Into the quicksand. Not as quick as I expected. Calm. Endless unraveling. Opening my eyes, I’m lying down. My arms are twisted in a way that should concern people. The chair has left the stage. The performance is almost over. Footsteps and clapping. Endless waiting. But not in a waiting room. Just a room which has never been dusted. And laughter. Just a room with eyes. A heart and claws. Close your eyes. But my eyelids are gone. The audience has walked out. Laughter. Endlessly.