the darkness called for her;

she did not answer.

she could not answer-

bound, her mind thrown somewhere off stage.

oh mother dear, please sit.

tell me of your struggles.

you own me; the way the lingering black lust drips onto you.

the solemn weight of eternity lies here.

right here, draped in peculiar insanity.

clenched fists colored with white oxygen, your impressions of starched breath rest here.

why won't you sit, mother?

is it the void that possess you so?

the bulbs have shattered;

broken glass slashing through your felt skin.