I reflect on myself everyday
through an all-seeing portal,
backwards but the same.
Silence-
Nothing-
Only my pencil.
Blind from color,
Blind from sound.
It’s eerily quiet in this hallway.
The kind of quiet that makes
the hair on my neck raise and,
my stomach drop into my feet.
I think I have memory problems.
It’s eerily quiet in this hallway.
It’s so quiet I could hear a fly speak.
Overwhelmed by procrastination,
I’ll deal with it later...
I can’t breath through my nose,
please kill me.
She hit her head again...
God damnit!
I wasn’t there,
I couldn’t help.
She was not alone.
I was.
The Apocalypse is coming.
Irony.
Symbols
Symbolizing
Symbolism.
I have seen enough of this winter wonderland.
The weatherman has been painfully accurate.
I’m sick of this flirtatious teasing
that mother Earth thinks is so fun.
It’s eerily quiet in this hallway.
I think I have memory problems.