Matter

Purple darkness
pools under my door
and slithers towards me,
Beckoning.

I go to it
Willingly,
and sink into its arms,
And it holds me
as a parent holds a child.

With its cool, placid voice
lapping at my ears,
lulling me to sleep,
I submerge…

and I become
less of myself and more
all at once,
a Liquid state.