Apparitions speak by floor creak.
I, feel sound in my resolve.
Everyone seething about discolored hues.
Intensely internal automation…
With each dilation I see, blind eyes.
A coffin full of hallow words.
I, sever contentment.
People dedicated to disadvantages of deserving.
Ripped away from comfort. Denial.
Becoming, again animals to be kept at bay.
I, dart from sight or face the hunger of the pack?