one minute it was quiet
for its sanity had been sleeping
in stillness and whispers,
how the cold glass window shattered
into its skull
and the eyes, the eyes, the eyes
don’t look. its way
or any way, for that matter
no matter how much they see
they never look, look, look!
and the glass, the glass, the glass
it’s still there in its head
and it’s not cold anymore
it’s not anything, anything, anything!
anymore. it’s just some
bloody brain cells that can’t feel.
or warmth, for that matter
and it starts whispering again,
how in the hell it got there
when a minute ago it was asleep
so still and quiet, quiet, quiet
against the cold glass window
its head racing the silence
quiet, quiet, quiet!
until it lost it and its skull
and the glass and the window
and the sleep and the eyes until
it was nothing but quiet.