Idle waking,so white the smooth cracks in the ceiling.I tap,tap my foot to those soundless drums.It beats,my heart to the rhythm of her.Falling down,her tears pummel this quiet sound.What’s lost,when you can’t find the voice to scream?Those echoes,they ring through my mind and rhyme nothing.I lie,flat down on my back and feel needles.They poke,wicked white … Continue reading Idle