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.