The Colors of Emptiness

The nylon sticks to my skin and my hands turn orange, all reminding me about myself and my padded numb toes and this emptiness emptiness emptiness leaving my cheeks hollow and marked by the yellowed linens of my bed.

White seems tea-stained and my eyes have grown cloudy. I desperately whip my head around, eyes scanning for an exit, but I only end up rubbing my sore neck and dilating from the swollen red that floats around me on every side... This kind of emptiness never lies and never forgives...