Calm

Silence beats down the doors as the music fades from my memory. Darkness enchants my mind, giving false hope of lonesomeness. But I am surrounded, their dark silence clogging my lungs, so that my breath grows deeper, scared, panicked. I whisper solace, but I cannot hear it. How do I know I am here when I cannot see myself? The weight of their bodies holds me flat; I cannot feel myself. Only my thoughts exist, and they are fading, becoming as lifeless as the pillow beneath them. *Drop by drop, life trickles from my eyes until, finally, I perish.

*Using slight paraphrasing from Alan Rickman's character in Perfume.