apathy

 


what is there
left?

the sound of water dripping
into the empty universe of a
metal sink

watching the walls crawl
like a thousand
chattering
spiders

listening to the ceiling
reciting Chekhov

or the terrified screams
of some poor creature
being set ablaze in the
echoing distance

your eyes,
gone

your hair,
gone

your body
gone

us,
gone