The string
of solitary days,
seemed to be
effecting
my ways.

I was
Dodging
fellow humans-
as if they were bullets,
carving skeletal heart hands
amidst a background of static noise.

Solitude.

That quiet food.
That place where
There is empty space.
Wide open, no man's land.
Alone to the bone-with
no escape to create.
Walking nowhere fast
I stumbled
straight into me.

Tried to knock
her down and
keep on keepin'
quiet.
It worked for awhile.

Days began to pile.
A landfill of
yesterdays over flowing;
polluting
the solitude.
Diluting my quiet mood.

As if I were an invasive-
Parasite persuasive-
Replication
on repeat,
I multiplied.

In the silence,
I never...