emptiness not black

a thirst much awaited

a throat quenched and greedily unsated

i flinch in pain

and let the glass drop from my gnarling clutch

i watch it hit the scratched shine of the sink

and wonder why it does not shatter

as my ribs close in too tight

and i can only hold my sides tighter

until i am released

into pure nothingness

of blankness but not white

of emptiness but not black

only a shudder unfelt

brings forth a feeling of slumber rudely awakened

where black flutters like eyelids

and voices echo from a morning day downstairs

i awake with a smile and find only worried faces

where was i when i was unleashed


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