Steve Leadbeater

In the howling wind, a crowd gathers.
With no idea of what’s about to happen, I join them.
We move slowly, without sound, into the white.
One thing I understand; after tonight – nothing wil…

Deep in the night
after weeks of solitude
black turns to blue.

Deafened by choice
I disappear again.
Gotta be at work now anyway.
Back in the car – morning sun on my face
cold air hits my lungs.

More sparks than ever in my head (possibilities).

So familiar, the heavy exhale.
I nervously swallow the last of my thickened saliva.
My eyes lose their focus as the cloud recedes into shadow.
Colour has surrendered, only shades remain.

My numbness had long since suffocated me,
it slowly saturated my body without resistance.
Unstoppable, like ink spreading through water.
It was exactly what I asked for.