The alarm rings. No sound. The light hits. Too loud. White noise in the hallway. White dust on the floor. I am holding the handle, But I forgot the door. Tired of it all. Heavy in the chest. Tired of it all. Cannot find the rest. Every single object, Holding down my feet. I want to erase it. It repeats. It repeats. Unread messages. Unwashed glass. The ceiling is staring. The shadow won't pass. I am full of everything. I am left with nothing. Just a pulse in the wire. Just a click. Just a hum. I try to drop the weight. The weight is glued to the skin. Where does the outside end? Where does the ache begin? I cannot throw it away. It stays. It stays. Tired. But tangled. Everything. Everywhere. Static. (Silence)
