Empty

I felt the shift, the space that gave birth to a cataclysm.
The echo of crickets in the silence that surrounded the castle walls.
The way the chair next to me, was always empty. 
The shape of the fog that swept down and fell asleep at the tiniest glimpse into a hallway of stars and galaxies with universes still unexplored.
Dropped like the dull penny swimming to the shallows of a subaqueous wishing well.
Spinning so fast, the weight crushing fluid shoulders already too small to carry it all. 
Like the hollow taste of someone else’s words, when you can smell someone’s fear.
The staleness of the phrase “what if” was first penned with a quill and was maybe only meant to appear beautiful.

The way a heart goes skydiving without a parachute and we lose our mind.
What a ridiculous notion, the very idea of love stimulates the imagination like a blender.
We like to start fires just to watch things burn and then become mesmerized at the dance of the flames. 
So haunting the way the embers float, but only one will ever be crazy enough to jump into that lake of passion and burn with you. 
Straightened shoulders pulling strength from the rush of pain. 
Don’t give away your energy by having to chase energy.
All the energy was sucked out the air and the shift was felt. 

Lies do more than just leave stinging bite marks.
They bleed you dry.