last night in my dreams i went to a bar
in the void
it was all darkness
dimly lit
there was an over-sized jukebox making otherworldly sounds in
what looked like a round corner
while the space felt crowded, it was almost deserted, almost empty
except for
the promise of wakeful suffering
the past's burn of *****
dinner, unsettled but unmoved
and an empty bag of fancy chocolate
to keep me company
long dead gods sometimes showed their faces and were unrecognized
i never drank a thing
i wasn't thirsty
but i sat at the bar, staring at everything but the jukebox
an empty, chipped glass in my hands
an empty, chipped smile on my face