A gradual degradation of heart.
Could the human heart metamorphose into such an empty vessel?
A heavy flow of ink and ripples
Drunken words slur terribly through an infinite space
An empty corner, an empty pillow, an eternally empty crevice.
Sleep calls, you don’t belong here.
Nor do I belong there.
A turquoise swell rises and falls, resting upon the cornea.
A comfortable, disconcerting silence hangs about the air.
Pinpricks palpitate perfect perplexities.
Frivolities fritter away fickle bona fide affections.
An emotional affair with contingencies
Distractions of a derelict variety
An attachment of sorts with refuse and insecurities
Abstractions alienating the ailments of algophobia.
The in between times capitulate my capillaries
Encapsulation of an incomplete moment tortures the depths of being
The subtleties of façade fracture the finetuned barricades
Stillness of heart lingers longer and longer
Empty vessels, empty veins, empty artilleries, emptied heart murmurs.
I can’t begin to tell you.
Suddenly excruciatingly numb.