the sound of my emotions

d i s a p p e a r

Reminiscing in the moonlight, she sways to the rhythm of the wind

All she wants to do is shrink

Collide and compress her atoms into a million pieces

Sweep up her existence into microfiber follicles, and blow them away with the gentle touch of a breath

She wants to shrink up into a little ball of emptiness

She wants to find a completely deep, dark, hole so she can fall down,
                                   down, 
                                           down

And sleep at the bottom forever

She wants fiery, cold vortexes of compassion, to sweep her off her feet, and carry her somewhere far,
                          far,
                               far away

into the crispy, golden horizon

So that her existence becomes a vaguely sheer memory, in the minds of her acquaintances

She never wants to be prodded, observed, or herded again

All of these things, are things she could ask for

The only thing she could crave more

Would be

to

disappear