It started off with some blues,
coz every panting night’s gotta start somewhere.
She took him by the hand and dragged his lanky limbs past the pub,
in the back alleys she read him poisonous poetry until they were both drooling.
She wrapped him up tightly in her furs,
he stopped breathing.
He was hers.
the silence becomes the loudest in the middle of the night when safety is no longer an option.
it becomes the enemy when you're trying to sleep, push everything away to get some peace.
it's the thing that turns you from blue to red in the blink of an eye.
turning you into a whole new mechanism.
an animated, drooling, beast of rage.
you can try to claw your way out, but there's always something in the way of getting rid of the revolting, wet, anger that boils in the cavity of your sternum.
on a silver platter, underneath a shining dome
i await dinner with drooling eyes
I hope everyone eats well tonight.
— The End —