Empire Of The Senseless

“Hi. I know that neither of our bodies has any right standing by each other’s side. But I still want to say goodbye aloud. Screaming it into my pillow never did do the trick. I ran head first into a thousand feather stuffed dreams, and not one of them returned you. Sage. I think if I let you…”  “I know. But the moon said otherwise. I didn’t get a choice. I tried to decide. It left my body at your mercy. Remember?” She feels numbers pulsing under her thumbs, 6 1 9 6 7 3 2 6 9 7. She doesn’t like riddles. She is offended by the sense of touch. She throws the tiny screen across the room. It doesn’t break. I hold my breath and hope it does. I’m in another room. A pentagram lights up 400 paper butterflies. When I close my eyes, she’s dreaming. I’m sticking to a single thought. “If I were stuck in a hole filled with butterflies, I’d cry. But I wouldn’t say it aloud. If I was trying to cry aloud and all I started doing was making obnoxious sounds, would I be sounding anything out? The incoherency could be language i