Silent Kingdom

The empty room, the silent wall. A quiet that begins to crawl.

I see a light behind your eyes. A specimen I must prioritize.

To make you stay, to make you mine. A perfect friend

for all of time. I offer you a poison glass

to make the fleeting moment last. And in the hum of the refrigerator's drone.

A silent kingdom built of skin and bone. My hands are trembling,

my vision's clear. To banish loneliness and all the fear. A master crease

that cannot speak or leave. A permanent reprieve, I