life, insidious.

if I listen, I hear your unknowing, gently lapping breathing in the night. you shatter the winds with your sharp scream. my mind careens from bedside to bedside, finding you, nowhere. what is this mind-hardening, bone-bending sorrow? I stammer my name in place of yours- the sound of human voices is the click-clack of machinery, taking my head in hands.

my breath burns my lungs as I lay, and my limbs tremble at the weight of the atmosphere. the sun rises in glass and blue-hinge. The mouth swallows whole, and I filter like seawater through whalebone. My uselessness is a thing detestable.

So today I may die again. I am a thing frail and awash with white-ness.