It has not rained here in weeksBut I am drenched to the bone.My skeleton is brittle and achy,Frost settling in beneath my skin.My fingertips are an icy blue,Lips drained of color; chapped.The vibrance of my eyes has faded,Even in the blistering sunlight.Every conversation feels forced.Everything is tainted, contaminated,By an ever-present, consuming darkness.My curtains remain drawn… Continue reading Poem – The Void