Loss of touch
Loss of hearing
Loss of sight
Loss of mind
Fragments
of memories
in the garbage
Some things last a long time
Others just simply don't
You are waiting
You are waiting on me to deliver
deliver
a box
To your doorstep
In which there is...
nothing
Absence
air
Not my gift.
The snow is falling
The bell is tolling
Some things are okay
Others are simply not
This is my job
You aren't here
I'm not there
We're too far away from one another, I said
You said, I'm right behind you
We're both one
But were we never the same?
Like speaking into a mirror
You'll never know what protrudes from the reflection one day.
Even if it is nothing
In the words it returns
You will know
You will know when it is prepared to maul you and destroy everything you have worked for, everyone you love, everything you love, and bring up atop the flames and ashes of what you have created with your perspective all that is evil. In your eyes, evil. In your eyes, unlikable. But that, that is all the impact we can make.
That is all my impact is, on you.
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Horrorthis was more of an experimental work -- the predicate upon which the more current work is being produced. I hope that when the time comes for a new work you all will enjoy it. Thank you for reading.
