When you can finally touch it



When you can finally touch it even only just barely almost touch the



v    a      s           t                 empti                                                      ness



It is too much.


scary movie moment where you’re at the bathroom sink brushing

and you bend forward to spit and there’s no sound except the water


and the soundtrack is silent

and when you stand up again


and your breath your legs buckle you breathe in gasps

like some movie tv actor you beat your fist against your chest

cmon nobody does that oh please nobody really does that

and you’re begging god please and no and making deals grasping at your clothes skin

and breathing is offline

only in

in   like someone’s giving you cpr










gasp Ga     ss  p  GASP


and the sound when sound comes the sound you make is not human is pre-human



And you only just barely ever touched it.

9 January 2012\photo from  http://blackandwtf.tumblr.com


About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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