|Void - David Frantz|
The bottle breaks.
The pieces of glass lift into the chill air.
Piercing everything, fly everywhere.
Entering the void.
The vacuum dissolves into
Something more substantial.
Blackened cold mist in a glass vial.
But it was broken,
Not too long ago.
The ear-splitting screams benumbed.
As the house of cards, the bridges and the walls crumbled.
The air was deadened
With the stillness of dark water.
As it flowed down to the graves of the undying.
And left the murky mist red, cold, silently murmuring.
As the voices refused to leave.
As the conscience refused to fade.
As the walls were left unwashed.
As the graves were left forever open.