I close my eyes because today something black is inside but not outside.
I’ve been too busy for it to come out and play.
I hush breath to see if it can hear me or I it.
And we can, but only a little.
Where did we go yesterday?
If I let it, it will swallow me whole until a sea of tar buries me alive.
But if I don’t breathe it can’t see, so hold your breath.
I like being busy without being miserable. No more tears for silence or death.