I wrote this piece while listening to A Skylit Drive’s instrumental track, “Worlds end in whispers not bangs”, whose title is drawn from ye holy T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Hollow Men.
I suggest you play this while you read it too. Comments are welcome as always 🙂
The bang you make
is just the silence
after your last whisper.
Because not every world has screen doors slamming shut resounding throughout the two-story house, out of which a woman runs out flailing, thin socks against the winter night air.
Because not every world has dramatic men beating before they leave screaming, ripping papers and cracking tables the soundtrack to their exit.
Because not every world has suicide attempts who get it right.
In some worlds
Stories end with the dried-out whispers of survivors left alone in a wasteland
Or with the cold-as-death whispers of those so ready to go,
so ready to leave
the hell in their minds.