Dead air. You chew the silence. Fucking endless. The room shrinks down. Words spill out. Nothing lands. Talk until we're empty. Round the same sharp corner. Bleed the meaning out. I'm hollowed. Cold sweat. You shift the blame. I dissociate. A broken loop. Words spill out. Nothing lands. Talk until we're broken. Round the same damn corner. Bleed the meaning dry. We're hollowed. Shut it down. . . . . . . . . . .
