it was a day so uniquely
and unremarkably not
unlike every other.
   
it was a monday,
            and it was painful.    
it was a thursday that was.
        ...harsh;
                       a sunday that was
                                    different;

                       a friday that was
                       wet.
   
and there it was;
        there it is;
    there it cannot be;
and there it persists.
   
persistence was her story.    
           the darkness, the fear,
the cold, the torture,
                        the crushing pain...    
           the persistence.
   

there it is;
   that it is;
           it is that;
                           it is monday.

surrounded by a
                    boisterous,
               cacophonous
        nothing.    
   enveloped by an
                insolent
too much.    

she is not surprised...
        wednesdays.    

silkworms cover everything,
       creating the illusion
of living walls and floors,
                            ceilings and rotting furniture.

           everything is still.    

the darkness hurts her eyes.    

the thorned vines tear at her skin
                            and crush her chest,
                                        forcing panic.    

the room is completely empty



except for her.    



no furniture,
                           no life,
no walls,
                           no vines,
no coffee,        
                           no people...

...too many people:
    she cannot breathe.    

she screams out
        the most silent
scream

        with every bit
of life

        that remains,

and she doesn't blink,
               doesn't move,
               momentarily forgets

                                                       to breathe.    


laughter,
                                                            anger,
               boredom,
                                                intellectualism,
                           nothing,
       silence,
                       music,
            crimson,


                           chairs,
    emptiness,
                                                   nothing,

friday.



                                                                                 and there it is.