Thursday, March 09, 2017 1:49 PM
The piano growls at me from the corner
The wind blows memories against the window-glass
The ache circles within me, an adversary in waiting
The air stings my skin with the numbness
The time flails my thoughts, world encompassed
Within my tiny brain of electrified glop
The computer invites me to crawl inside
The speakers hug my ears—the monitor titillates
Then the music ends.
Alone in a room with the atmosphere battering
At the house as the only sound—eerie and lonesome
I can’t type you away.
By Xper Dunn