A drone spills into the room
washing over a boy
The sound is visible
Tangible
In a daze the boy sees a light
Spilling out of the head of another
But the other is not different
It is the boys own reflection in the water
Right above his head
Sparkling
Shimmering
Falling
No breath is drawn
But he never noticed
He just sat, warm
He found himself
slowly
Steadily
Slipping
In a start, he wakes
A record is on the table
Shaking his head,
standing from his chair
Walking out of the room
but
His body
remained...
Abstract/Dark poem posted to my DA account about 2 months ago. I consider this my best work so far. The original makes use of spacing to create some sort of effect that I couldn't reproduce here for some reason.
http://stevenpinhead.deviantart.com/art ... m-85136328

