Listen

i close my eyes

the sounds:

 

 

the buzz of a nearby streetlamp

 

an ambulence calling like a wolf in the distance

 

a car's growing "whish" as it passes in the street puddles, leftover from the evening rain

 

my breath--scattered and inconsistent--shivering at the cold

 

the cold shivering back

 

my heartbeat.

audible? no.

but my ears knew it was there

 

 

i open my eyes and heard nothing.

 

the light has flickered off

 

the ambulence found a home in the horizon

 

the car is gone

 

my breath is a memory

 

and the beat of my heart fell silent to my vision

 

 

these eyes know nothing

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