By Vladimere M.
As I lay, crying, in the darkness, tears
streaming down my cheeks, I felt nothing.
As I lay in the sight of darkness, my tears imbruing water worn skin, to pool in my empty well. A hole pumping nothing but blacked tar.
As I lay in the darkness too empty to even move, I just wanted to sleep in my house of brown opaque glass with my own stone name plate.
As I lay in the dark there came a white light. My mind told me to stay where I was, But, my shattered soul wanted, needed, had to go into that blessed phantasmagorical light.