11:26 pm

What is the thing that you say when there’s nothing else, when it’s over and done with, before the darkness comes?

And after, is there loss? 

I want to lay my head down and be finished now. 

I can’t stomach the thing that’s caught in my throat, 

the THING, the thing we don’t say. The column of truth from which we avert our eyes.

How do we loose this for good?