Words stumble on their way out
never quite making it, held back by
emotional stiffness ——-
cadaverousness caused by responses
given only to chill
the blood in your veins into ice cubes
preventing further blood flow.
Logic takes over sentiments
and the heart is further encrusted with
unenviable crystals of indifference.
Sleep – the sole saviour – continuously fails to satisfy.
Reality gets in the way, holding the door forever open.
The draught thus created is uncomfortable and
ambivalent in its purpose.