She’s staring into space,
it must be black, he thinks,
black and full of swirly
things, her questions.
He wants to ask her
what she’s thinking,
but he won’t,
space scares him
too abstract,
too infinite,
he knows he’s
lost her.
…fear
You may also like
When late there is a tendency to worry and flap about like a pigeon in a storm. Those days are behind me. […]
I am slow but I reach for things stick to them hard I strangle them hold them in their death eyes vacuous […]
His skin is crumbling away and he’s always hungry, knows he’s slowly losing […]
You’re complicated I was ankle deep fell flat out but the water here is soft didn’t sting my eyes beneath the yellow […]