I rest my heard on echoes of unsaid words
unheard voices pillows me to sleep, am I dead or the world is just numb? your heart beat gurgle like stagnant water, not a sound to be heart, not a muscle to be moved, only rushing down the nostril.

a bubble forms on my closed mouth, another and another more, a stream of white flow from the little space between the upper and lower lips, the pupil in my eyes drops out, tired of witnessing life's...