Here.
A snippet of broodiness.
The creatures in my head creep and crawl and my own words sway in the breeze.
My body is dense, yet empty. Lacklustre and lifeless.
My fingers are blue with the cold that ices my bones and my lips are dumb and speechless.
I’ve nothing to offer, but I offer my nothingness wholly to whosoever wishes to taste of it.
My eyes are blind behind spectacle glass but my mind is rich and vivid.