The void is in
the grittiness of your eyes and
the weariness of your limbs, in
the way your lungs cannot
draw enough air because the emptiness in
your stomach is crowding
everything, taking all the space inside
of you. The void howls
throughout you, calling out in
a twisted imitation
of your voice, bitter and begging
by turn. Your own personal black hole
has devoured you until not only
the light you radiate is swallowed, but too
your vision, and you cannot see
yourself past this abyss.