part #31 outgrowing the interminable silence

lunging around in this purple number, squirling and whirling like devils on an under-couch. innocently I could but try and quell the din, for it had woken several of them already and all but one were now standing here, under the neon glare, 28 angry eyeballs plunging into my flesh until I felt naked, dead, lonely and dead and dead. and dead. Thereafter I resolved. resolved only that I could not furthermore transpire to elucidate reason in this guise but would be forthright in relegating all that arose into tiny boxes made only for that purpose and for that purpose alone.