Listen to the music, he thought; the music
will kidnap you gently. Don’t look at the screen.
The screen is brutal. The screen is murder.
Kidnap is kind. Listen to the music. Listen.
Don’t write it down. Don’t try. It’s music.
Just listen. The screen is talking death.
Don’t look at the screen. Don’t.
Listen to the music.
Breathe. Listen. Breathe.
Before it was truly Wednesday
he’d already worn out at least two verbs.
He didn’t really care. He’d been kidnapped.
His supply was endless.
RDP Wednesday — BREATHTAKING