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.