Category: Rachel
Words turn to black marks
And the waves of emptiness crash into me
I freeze
Numb with emptiness
Anxiety emanates from my fingers
And my face cannot break
Expressionless
A lump in my throat
An ache in my back
Dizzying eyes
I feel sick to my stomach
Too many
Sugar coated bubble gum milk bottles
A pound a bag from the k market
I rub my eyes with my thumb and middle finger
Or to be more precise I put pressure on the eyeballs
My thumb has my right eye
My finger the left eye
Starting at the outer edges of each eye
I draw thumb and finger across the eyes
To meet at the bridge of my nose
The eyes are weary
Tired and sting a little
It’s all the soot
Falling
Down from the ceiling
The soot sifts down
And finds all the crevasses
the world is a much quieter place now
I can hear the birds chirp more clearly
every sound
every action
seems magnified
and yet contained
people seem less friendly
not even a smile as I pass by
instead of smiles
looks of disgust
with no real reason as to why
it will soon feel like
the early hours
all day
an extension of the quiet
and the void
just the crows
crowing.
written Thursday 19th March 2020