Infinite Silence

By

Danica Richey

if space is infinite then there must be room for a thousand things for a strangled whisper for a stifled scream for an echo for my heart pulsing reaching for the center of the universe a center which is silent and screaming so every sound my breath my heart beat falls flat

And drowns in the infinite and it doesn’t struggle it just sinks down past my reach while stars fill my mouth sickly sweet like cotton candy like suffocating like wool and i choke and i kick and i keep on screaming hoping someone has ears