Texting No One

My texts to no one 

Cathartic therapy

Yelling into nothing

The void swallowing up my words and keeping them silent.

No weeds here to hear of the donkey king's ears.

No eyes to read the messages containing all my fears.

But the black hole is not endless, 

The words are stacking up,

one on top of the other, 

waiting patiently to overflow into the light.

Threatening to escape.