Your mouth like a hundred curtained windows; drawn shut.
Your face, a thousand unfilled copies; blank.
Your eyes like those of a million cart horse; blinkered
Your floodgates hold no water,
I can’t even swim,
When in truth, I want to
Drown
Can’t even
Float
Not
Even
A dead sea
Constriction
Suffocation
The way of burdensome emptiness rather than
Overwhelming questions
The ones that can’t be answered
But you pose none.
No solace in this silence.
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