Posture.

In simple solidarity everything is apparent.
The silence echoes time away and time gone by.

Darkness consumes my being, my shell.
And only in this stillness do I take a moment to breathe,
Fear paralysing me to this fixed point.

I bring my knees up close,
Arms clasped around them.
With my head down, hidden, I am fighting the world against me,
I am protected.

This lack of noise is deafening, the quiet far too loud.
Realisation that everything is merely a masquerade consumes me.

You already knew,
You created this game.

And so, will you be the one to spoil such serenity?

Will you whisper things like ‘life is beautiful’?

Would you dare?