The Blackest Black

Everything is black, but blacker than your black, with pinpricks of light sparkling in your blindness.

A total black, outside your eyelids or maybe behind the mirror. And it’s always there, somewhere, waiting to crash over you like a waterfall.

You're walking the yellow curbside line, balancing on the edge of night, one slip and you fall onto the black pavement, and luckily it's just a mind's game and you start again. Happy just to be playing.

You've played so long you're no longer scared. But it doesn’t matter because when you get there you won’t be there waiting.