November 28th – Fractured and Formless
all around, and I don’t know where I am anymore:
or why I’m here. There is no light anymore, and it feels like there never will be again.
The wall is cold to my touch, my fingers tracing shapes out of
Low voices come (from my left, my right?) speaking in tongues that are
strange to me, or I am a stranger to them. What do they want from me, these
voices? I have nothing to tell them, nothing to say any more. I am nothing.
There was light once, and colour, and people who shared my name. They have
All gone. They have taken them from me.
I whisper liberty into the air, and the air swallows it down. The air swallows
me down. I am nothing here, no-one.
I am full of questions, but none of them can be answered. Not here, not
anywhere. My words are gravel that fall to the ground and spill.
The voices rise. Syllables of nothing that
roll around my ear, grating.
Then there is silence.
Silence is creeping towards me.
Silence is crawling over me.
Silence is me.
Inspired by a prompt from here