Everything went silent,
the room,
my mind,
emotions.

The stillness deafening,
like when cicadas go quiet at three a.m.

The words stopped coming.
Shows, movies, games, pleasure,
no form of escapism worked.


Fuel to the fire,
it only continues to grow.
Flames climb the walls,
scorching the wallpaper.

I hear a loved one screaming in the room over.

The door is...