Whale Song 🐋
Something left me last night. I noticed the hollowness first by the vibrations. Rumbling in my chest cavity, I close my eyes, already easily disturbed and overstimulated this morning.
It's registering on my synesthesiac wiring. Energy. A blue whale calling nearby, too low for human ears and infrasonic but intense enough to rattle through my ribs.
My emptiness here sighs. Thinning out what once consumed an entire space. It had begun festering, wilting, putrefying. Is that, relief? In here? That seems.... odd.
This chamber remains inflamed. A bit deflated even, now that it's not stretched to capacity.
Exhausting. Probably good - which I could absofuckinglutely use - but still, exhausting.