Dove Pan

I sat and watched the nameless crowds shuffle through the corridors
I listened as their voices clamored over each other
Their diction tasteless and bland

Rising to my feet, drooling and dragging every step
My corpse reflected in every window containing representations of my potential self

Impaled on the steps of my home
I recall the first night of the summer, sobbing in my car
I cried out aloud, words of love without doubt
Just so I could hear how they sound