static

static

i am transcending through time and space. i am filling the hollow hallways with empty nothingness; bleeding liquefied despair seeping under the doorways and into your bedroom.

i am watching you sleep. i am the demon on your back.
i am the claws digging into your sides that shake your brittle bones. 
i haunt you endlessly in your dreams filling your mind with constant what-ifs and why’s.
you swallow chemicals to pretend i am not here but i will wait for you to get back from your brief respite. 
i’ll make you think twice before leaving this house. 
when you drive your car i am the fleeting thought in your head that says to go faster. 
i am the intentionally unbuckled seatbelt and every crash on the road. 
i am the cold wind against your skin and the sunburn on your neck.
i am the food you don’t eat. i am the friction in between your legs and the static in your sheets. 
i am the paintings who watch you at school and the girl in the mirror staring back at the shell of who you once were. 
i am your innocence and loss of it. 
i am your virginity. 
i am your body before your scarred it. 
i am your hair before you dyed it. 
i am your eyes before you were blinded. 
blinded by the isolation of a lifetime conviction and condemnation of you versus the world…

i am the snowflake that falls onto his nose. 
i am the beating heart of a thousand ubiquitous unheard voices. 
i am every cut on every man, woman, and child who is afraid of being alone.
i am the sunset at night while you sit on your roof and smoke your last cigarette.
i am the homeless man begging for change.
i am your mother before she had you. 
i am your father when he walked out. 
i am the bullet that killed your brother. 
i am the knife in your purse. 
the needle in your pocket. 
the gun in your dresser. 
the noose around your neck. 
the pills in your hands
the tears on your face. 
i am your confusion and despair. 
i am your funeral.
i am your grave.
i am the trees outside your window.
the grass growing around them.
i am the 6 months that people care after it happens.
i am your forgotten soul.
i am the static you feel when you touch the doorknob to go to sleep at night.