sometimes i wish
that one would hear
the heaving that escapes my heart
the raw cries from my lungs
the black noise
the red static
that tangles and suffocates
the numbness
cut like a wire to a nerve
void of life but nevertheless
excruciating
how could a magnitude of pain
resonate in a corpse?
sometimes i wish
that one would look into the blank space inside my eyes
to look back at their own reflection
in the dark blue pools
that no longer carry any light
no questions
not a concern
but a mutuality
that what eats me
from the inside out
has substance
