Through your eyes I see
The reflection of a silver microphone in a black screen
You said you wanted me
To say something about it
What was it that you wanted me to say
No image on the tv gave only the sound of silence
The only way I could talk to you
The gain turned up and the microphone created distortion
Granular sound that would grow so much so
That I couldn’t even hear your questions any longer
The noise of our surroundings drowning out the sound
In pain
You closed your eyes and now you could see me
Nothing
Categories: Prose
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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