An unknown to thousands.
Nothing to the billions.
The billions speak and yell for me.
But they never bother to reach
or grab hold to take me in.
Just gentle wisps and soft touches
before they dematerialize before me.
I never reach them. I never have.
I never do.
Fields of vines with poisoned thorns
align across my spine and sink deep
until my nerves become the vines
that maim like acid bullets,
But they ricochet back,
piercing deep like a flint arrow
digging into the core
where nothing is.