White Noise
The room was dark, dirty, broken, the door slightly ajar but the sky was polluted and offered no light
The tv was on but it was only static and white noise
There was smoke and there was fire and a figure lay amidst it all on a pile of flattened cardboard and garbage and memories
And dreams and lies and anything that the world has given it and taken from it
They breathed in the smoke and dust and static and exhaled hatred and bitterness and waste
They twist and groan and cry and stop
Their eyes closed while shadows and footsteps pass unnoticed, murmurs and cries, it was all static and white noise
One shadow emerges from the corner; it contorts and threatens everything they know and fear to believe
The light is blinking
There are twinkles then flashes, rays dancing to get under their lids
The need to see begins
It grows too strong and they scream but its white noise
It wraps around them, gently, careful
Why, they ask, incredulous
Come outside they sing, I want to show you the sun
His dazed kaleidoscope eyes open
And she has made everything
Technicolor
.