The sun rose as it
does everyday
No change; no dimming
or shadowing clouds
Just shinning, as it
shines, always
The night was too
long though
So dark, wet, cold;
frightening!
Yet too short,
effortlessly restless!
Consuming...
The air is thick, as it
was the night before
The night wisps
Twitching uneasily
Suffocating...
I am watching them
Sadistically
Entrapped in my glass
jar
As big as the breath
they are struggling to inhale
Their wings are
failing
Are they dying?
The light of my head
lamp is strong and fierce
Like this brutal sun centring
this gigantic void
Do they feel the
pain?
The terror of losing
their lives?
Do they share this
agonizing consciousness?
…Agonizing me?
I’m
scratching at my skin
As they
crumble to the ground
Bloody,
sticky fingers
Breaking
wings of dimming lights
My head
lamp is blinding their sight
As does
the sun of my dried-out soul
The heat
is too much to bare
The air
is thickening
The movements
have gone still
All!
We fall
The lights
go out
Their lights
Our light
My bright
light
The sun
yet shinning, the lamp yet on
The heat
yet rising
But not their wings and not my corpse
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