fractal

Its getting dark.

Its already dark in the room I'm sitting in, alone in a house down the street from my own. Its quiet, only sounds are the footsteps above. Could be God, could be the people on the second floor. Probably the latter.

I still breathe.

I still breathe air, still breathe life. Its becoming new again, fresh air filling my expanding lungs, exhaling back into the world. Latex peels off my skin in layers, shedding itself from me.

I crush you, Doubt, I crush you under my tall heel.

The noise upstairs quieted, and it might be time for a cigarette.

Sooner, rather than later,
fractal