fear of the dark
silence is too loud,
everything soft and fuzzy and hyperdefined too,
hashed over and over again with lines and dots of anti-light that smother all.
a void that has hands and claws that would wring
and squeeze the life out of you like a sponge.
waking, breathless, alone.
nothing. absolutely nothing.
this lack of life the cause of fear, not the lack of knowing or seeing.
suffocating, unscreamable, wholly impenetrable, throat closing
mind-numbing primevally fucked fear.
dark, pitch and thick.
middle of summer and freezing.
none of this comes close, not anywhere near close to it.