All I can hear is whispering.
Weaving through the air, a spiky harangue of words.
The cold nullifies my being, extricates my nerves.
Intangible, illusory shapes
The whispers are laconic
Free me, free me
They snake their way towards me
Closer, closer
All I can see, all I can feel, all I can hear.
Whispers
Closer now, enshrouding my mind
Closer still, closer…
They reverberate in my ears
Free me, free me, FREE ME
Too close. Too close…
FREE ME
And silence.
So sweet, so euphonious.
So deafening.
The silence… the silence is so loud