Jade

I sit in silence- empty space.
Weaving thoughts into a web.

I stare blankly at the dark spot on the wall- murder?

Your face appears before me-a hallucination? or just the lights from the TV?

"Speak to me, please sweet mother."

Silence...silence...silence- booming like thunder, crashing down on me.

My needles click together.

My web is growing larger- each thread connected to another.

Each life connected to mine.

Gone.