With Nothing

That moment in a movie
when the sinister music starts
to play, and your gut sinks
slowly like a ship that is taking on water.
Dissonant piano chords chopping
at your eardrums, breaking glass
bottles against the bar
until there are no more.

A photograph that’s hard to look at
because it shows you something
contorted and painful.
A splinter under a fingernail
that would only dig in further
as you pried.
Needles in the white part
of your eye.

Something is wrong with the entire sky.
It’s like its color was swallowed up
through the decaying teeth of a titan,
we can’t see.
This isn’t all that it could be,
but with nothing you have to start
your thinking somewhere.

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