It's quiet here.





It's always quiet here.


There's a background noise
I can't associate
Drones and fluorescent hums
Low registers caught in the dust

Silence

Voices
But I'm not listening

Or I can't hear

Is there a difference anymore?

Something said
Or maybe I'm imagining it
No ones here

I've checked.

Echoes of long ago
Echo thru the frames
Pictures, walls, doorways
Creaking
A story settling in its foundation


Bury it.

Burn it.




It's quiet here.
I think I heard myself breathing.

I wasn't.

I checked.