Cracked black velvet backs rise
From glistening gold indigo shores.
Piercing the veil, bright blinking pinheads
Cast anti shadows into the depth.
Downy white across the deep V
Hides the light then gone, bright.
Serpents, slight, barely visible,
Zig then zag, high then low.
Glowing mites move back and forth
Then give in to the yielding edge.
The distance far and inky, but palpable,
A heavy, warm, breathable soft.
“Now, he notices only my absence, the things I have not done: a thin layer of dust in the hallway, an unprepared meal in the pantry. I’ve started abandoning tasks just to see if he notices, the calculated neglect like a beam from a distant lighthouse.”