My midnight dreary is LCD eyes and stifled soundwaves crushed between pillows. My drooped eyelids hang low over the dark pits that shadow the underneath of the eyes void colored so the total vacuums as an emptiness drawing in emptiness. Then it all shuts up, dust bag full of nothing, πππ π.
Maybe if I just still long enough then tomorrow the sun will bake the brown back into my iris and the vaccum will be as it never were and the empty will spill out leaving only everything in its wake.
Inchoate 