Little Abyss

The blood in my veins dries ;

I crumble—

Collapse inside myself.

I am a scattered mass of debris .

I am a shell, nothing more .

A hollowed out, empty space.

When you speak, your voice takes shape .

It slams into my eardrums ,

Thrumming inside me, floating in the void .

My stomach and lungs shrivel.

I am stilled—

Petrified of existence

I curl inside myself, unblinking .

I am a ghost among the lively

As dead as a soul can be without dying .

In a dream-like state, nearly a decade past,

I lost myself—I drifted into nothing .

Now I stare into this abyss, as if I’m not a part of it.