The Hole

Days melt into weeks
Weeks melt into months
Months melt into–
After so long, time becomes abstract
Incomprehensible and immeasurable
At that stage, you only feel the fingertips of Father Time rubbing your head, massaging your temples, trying to soothe you, move you, distract you from your pain
Even though the pain is what’s killing you, it’s also what’s keeping you alive. You have to feel something. Otherwise, may the gods help you.
Because God left this conversation a long time ago. Couldn’t bear watching her creation atrophy into a puddle of damp, dank hopelessness.
You’re on your own.
That’s why you built this solitary confinement, this SHU, this box.
That life of yours on the outside is the prison you were escorted away from, in chains and restraints. You always felt suffocated, asphyxiated.
That corporate tie around your neck was an Italian-made, silk woven noose.
Manufactured of the finest quality.
Sucking the souls of a mindless quantity.
Soulless indoctrination.
The whole cell is your shadow. Darkness everywhere. You can’t tell where your feet are, and you forgot what hands look like.
It mimics your soul. The interior of your inner being. And that’s all you got, because that’s all you’ll get.
So as you sink deeper and deeper into your imprisonment, as you become more entrenched in the quicksand of this despair and brutal isolation,
You tell yourself, with a slow smirk and a quickened heartbeat that runs a race with no destination,
“At least I’m free.”

July 21, 2023 | Categories: Uncategorized | Leave a comment