Something Original

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.

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