by Aurora Russe

Created on: August 10, 2009   Last Updated: December 29, 2010

Confined inside of an emotion-proof box

Rigid and still - unseeing eyes turned

To the painfully familiar wall.

Eternity is a long time, spent without a hint of feeling;

Eternity encased in one moment.

I am alive... is that all there is to it?

Body too heavy to move and

Once and for all fit into a safe

And comfortable mold.

Why move? The nothingness will not shift.

I never want it to shift.

No, this can't be... a feeble thud against my box -

Has it been there all along?

I remember now - it used to be stronger.

Pain.

It smoothed out the edges of my being,

And now I do not feel...

Wait, hell, there is one feeling still:

Nothing.

It dulls the agony,

But deprives you of peace;

Nothing cushions and smothers, creating a sensation

As one of being wrapped in wool

In the daytime heat of the Death Valley.

Nothing feels like forever...

Nothing feels like home.

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