swill it around, drink it down, let it sit with your feeling
another emptiness
this one, like another, like the others, like no other
all flitting between. the flutter of a half-crazed moth
singing away, this arrhythmic clapping of wings. frittering until the light goes out
to rest again, with feet up
in the dark
no other knows me
little to none, little did i know, little to forget
amounting to ash and dust
soundtracked by passing laughter
echoing down the otherwise barren street. one light, long forgotten.
remember us sinners.
