Saturation.

The nights seem heavier somehow.

I walk alone through this town,

barefooted and thin.

In the miles of midnight, 

I can feel you watching.

I slept through what you said to me.

There is a phantom weight 

within my chest now,

and it turns with impassivity.

I feel their eyes upon my back.

My mouth was sewn shut a lifetime ago.

Trying to hide my slaughtered innocence,

sliding through moonlit streets.

Bearing the weight of witness,

how my unfamiliar hips now ache.

I'm happier when I'm empty within.