maybe its the stillness breathing softly
monotonus
down the back of my neck
whispering something trite
into my ear
that makes me cringe,
struggling to climb out of my skin.
its just dull,
flaking off into a mound of insensitvity,
and supposedly flawless,
full of secrets that i can't even keep from myself anymore.
but maybe this stillness
can hold me in
at least until i leave
to keep me from vomiting up my conscience
to every last person
sleeping in the dark corners
on my street
and holding me dearly in this soft monochromatic light.