Empty Spaces

The empty spaces in my heart
Let my arteries pour blood into them
As it thuds a little uneven
As it thuds a little slower.

The galaxies
And skies
And suns 
And all the pretty things

I try to gulp down my throat
To make myself feel that I am full
And that the empty space inside my stomach doesn't exist.

The empty space in your room
Haunts me
Each and every time I cross it
Some times I fill it with my own being and pretend to be you

The empty spaces in my eyes
Craters created by the meteors of the lack of the sight of you
Fill up with the streams that flow out

The empty spaces between my fingers
Burn into my eyes when I cross the road
I curl my palm into a fist
Letting the thoughts fade into the music of traffic.

Suffocate.

A person sits outside my window

I see his shadow in the night

He drums his fingers against the glass

He waves me a good night 

I wave back

His cold presence doesn't bother me anymore,

Like it did to the child before

He drags his drumming nails across the glass

Making a screech sickening to the stomach

His long thin fingers press against my neck

Choking me 

Remind myself to breathe in

Almost pulling my soul from its anchor

Breathe out

Making my vision blurry

Breathe in

Gasping for air

Breathe out

Arms cemented to my sides

Breathe in

A soundless scream

Breathe out 

And then it's over. 

Breathe in

A person sits outside my window

Its daylight by now

I see his silhouette

He drums his fingers against the glass

He waves a good day

I scoff

Heaving over the basin

Puking out black ink

The only remnants of the nightmare

Reminded that this liquid was made by my own treacherous body

Helping my treacherous mind in my misery.