Windowless Soul

One word alone; one wretched word was all that I had become. Empty. Emptiness surged within me, filling my world. It was all that had remained in the the cold silence, as it had replaced my dreams, hopes, faith, conscience and all the emotions that had been buried with her; my mother that is. Her ghastly porcelain skin was now part of the earth along with her delicate heart and every last piece that had been a part of her. Her blood was still only alive through me, flowing through my veins as if it were my own. Her face, laughter, her voice, her dreams, her scent, her life were sprawled across my air; haunting me with each breath I dared take. This sorrow was the only other emotion that filled me inside and out. It was only through this specific emotion that I was reassured that at least I was still living…Maybe still living in the past but alive nonetheless…..still breathing….still drowning.