The Weight of Living
Silence slams again and again
Into already bleeding eardrums,
Reminding me
Just how much can change
When a single light
Is snuffed out
And shadows creep into the spaces
Where a softly flickering star
Used to glow.
Even the white noise
Hovering at the edges of my vision
Has disappeared,
Replaced by something so deeply wrong,
The entire floor feels
As though it’s tilting;
Tilting slowly to one side,
Depositing its salacious statues
Into a widening void.
Let the dripping sun
Fall into your open mouth,
Scattering the last vestiges of life
Over a plain of darkening bruises
Blossoming into reality,
Distorting fantasy.
Let the dripping sun
Fall into your open mouth,
Depositing the last vestiges of life
Over a plain of darkening bruises
Blossoming over reality
And distorting fantasy.
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