At times of utter chaos,

the mind sleeps.

Hiding behind a closure,

until vulnerable no more.

And days later,

after closure, comes

a newfound fascination-

in what exactly happened.


and a contant replay of the moment,

down on both knees,

weeping, screaming-


let me go-

pools of mud-

pale faces-

and I'm left by the end of it all;


wasting away in the shadows of the night.



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