the sun rots my eyes
and i try to blink it away
as you shout
as the distant hum
of a passing car's engine
gets closer
louder
then fades
as it drives by
unknowingly a bystander
to a brewing chaos
my pupils are fixated
on the watery leather seat
as it melts away
slowly,
making way for the chasm
that opens underneath me
as i fall,
between half-lidded eyes
i see outside the window
it's bright
because the sun is forever there
reflecting on the
nightshade and wine metal
of the passersby
the glow almost distracts me
almost
it's soon swallowed
by a whirlpool of guilt
of shame and of neglect
i am vying for a way out
i struggle and flail
but my eyes remain dull
and my limbs remain useless
and then there is silence
because the chasm has closed
and i am stuck inside
and the leather seat has solidified
and the sun bears down
turning the whites of my eyes
into liquid resin
and my irises
to the burnt
crusts of toast
but there is no peace
there is no sound
that comes from me
there is only the hum
of the car engines
as they rush past
and the sound
of disappointment
and the sound
of the home i have made
