Late Night Oneshots

The Hole

I KNOW IT WASN'T ME.

It couldn't have been me.

See, the direction the dust extends.

A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend?

I'll never know.

I wasn't home.

I peer inside for a clue.

Or what I thought inside was.

No! I can't see. I reel, blind like a bat.

But it's too late.

My retinas.

Already drawn with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.

A meaningless black and white drawing.

It's just a little hole.

It wasn't too bright.

It was too deep.

But it was enough.

Stretching forever into everything.

A hole of infinite choices.

A boundless perception on what the universe could be.

I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.

I was looking out.

And he, on the other side, was looking in.

But he wasn't looking at me.

 He was looking thru me.      

He was piercing my spirit with his gaze.      

Confused, I frantically glance at my surroundings.    

 But my burned eyes can no longer see color.          

  All my senses are slowly dying just like my urge to find the true meaning of this.    

 Are there others in this room?        

 Are they talking?    

Are they watching me?               

Or are they simply poems on flat sheets of paper,        

The sound of frantic scratching playing tricks on my ears?                          

The room begins to twist.        

I can feel the walls....closer...closer...      

 Closing in on me.     

The air I breathe dissipate before it reaches my lungs.

  I can sense the fear in every inch of my body.        

I panic. There must be a way out.                          

There is no more air for me to breath in.      

It's right there. He's right there.     

I can feel myself easily fading away.      

There is no escape for me.      

There is no more hope for a salvation.          

I AM HERE. 

AND HE'S THERE.  

Any second now.  

 Any moment.      

  I close my  eyes                    

  Swallowing my fears, I brandish my pen