you turned out the lights
and then refused...

I use the white noise of tv
to numb the voice...

if
I had to...

It seems
my soot...

Burn you out
Burn you out...

It seems
you still creep in...

The sky is caught
behind the clouds...

I am electric.
Full of streaming lights and silence...

Snowy sadness filling up
the shallow cavities from which...

Acidic, my throat burns, constricts, I am
sick...

...pain
is not always visible...

Vibrant, real
tangible...