Animating Proof

Oh, close the curtains. Betray the moon. Drown in the darkness as it was intended.

There is no sky if it can't be seen. There is no sound if no one listens. Sometimes I'm wholly dependent upon acknowledgement to know that I am still alive.

Sometimes, but not often.

And why do I need to know it anyway. Yank the glass out of the wound only to shove it back inside. Why would anyone want to prove they are alive. Especially someone like me.

When every heartbeat is shrieking with the evidence. Every second is grinding it into my head.

Alive. Whatever that might mean. Blotchy gauze stuck to the meat below the skin.

And even if all of that were to go away. What other reminder could I possibly need when there's you.