left unperturbed

blind,

althought content

naïve to the stabbing

numbed only by the

warm trickle

promising painlessness

 

how am I left deaf

but subject to my own cries?

 

clawing, grasping

searching

for a ledge

 

a breath

 

but the stream ceases not

the currents of crimson

rising, smothering

insatiably convincing

they beckon me lovingly

singing sweetly

 

bubbling

almost laughing

 

listen close

as the silence begs speak of the truth

left behind

in the absence of your

false comfort