It is not a hole,
but a gaping pit between black and white.
Gray. Colorless.
Black stuck in its shadow-
Me stuck in that darkness.

It is a shiver that starts in the heart.
A cold that isolates.
Silence that blocks sound and color.
A sea of air that drowns with every breath.

It is a sudden drought that cracks the lips.
It’s sanity seeping out of those cracks.
It’s the hope that escapes with sanity,
The life that crumbles in the absence of hope.


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