D-Jeri's Voice
3. There is only Darkness
There is only darkness.
Only shattered bits of glass.
Only blood.
My blood.
My old broken heart
no longer a sealed sac.
A busted pump
spewing its life's water
everywhere.
But maybe that's the point.
It hurts less now.
I think.
Maybe blood's what carries it.
Caries pain, I mean.
The air carries the dark then.
As the pain fades,
the light, the scene, fades too.
