Stifling,

it is so stifling in here. 

the quiet is so close

so heavy in the air. It pushes

downwards

and the pressure is so strong, 

I don't know how long we'll last..

The quiet, so close

the stillness so near 

whatever we feared before, 

it's here. 

I fear that they are seething

inhaling oxygen but they aren't 

breathing, 

they live off regret and spent 

emotion

All of their plans, carefully laid 

carefully set into motion-

so we sit silent 

pretending 

that the end isn't close

and we aren't spewing prose, 

trying to figure out what's going on, 

what possibly went wrong.