Where are you?

Your silence is taking over me thought by thought. Limb by limb. It started with my knee. I shave over it and feel, a strange nothing, just this jelly numb. Your silence is a dark bottomless sensory deprivation tank. I walk outside, every sound is dulled by the white noise of falling snow. Where am I? I wake up confused by everything that surrounds me and for a second to the screaming pain in-between, before the numb kicks in again.

There is no sun.

Somewhere you have the sun. You are held in her glow. Rocked to sleep by the cocoon of the hammock. And by your side, there’s a white lady pup with eyes like dark planets and a whole alternate galaxy wound up on her tail. She falls asleep with an alternate us wrapped up into it. I believe this so I can sleep. This Winter sleep. And fall back into the black of your silence.