The Elevator Stops

Luminary — The Elevator Stops Subscribe for daily original music Low hum of machinery Heavy air I watch the floor numbers blink Red light on panel three. The cable groans. It’s louder than it should be. I’m standing in the mirrored box My reflection isn’t quite right It lags half a second behind me Like a ghost trying to get tight The buttons are cold under my thumb One two three down But I know you’re not on this floor anymore. The silence is growing teeth. Did the signal drop? Did the connection break? Or did you just leave the switch off? I’m waiting for a lift that won’t wake. My heart is a drum in a tin can Beating against the metal skin. The elevator stops. Not at my floor. Not at yours. Stuck between the cracks of our doors The lights flicker out completely. I’m holding my breath in the dark Counting seconds that don’t start. You’re gone. Just static and wire. I can’t feel you anymore. The emergency phone rings once Then goes dead on the line. A hollow echo of someone else’s voice Calling out to no one this time. The air is getting thin here My lungs are burning with the dust. Of a conversation we never finished. Of a door that won’t rust open. It’s not an accident. It’s a choice. You pulled the plug. You chose the floor above me. Leaving me here in the shaft. In the dark. The buzzer sounds. Sharp. Final. I don’t press it. I let the darkness settle. The elevator stays still. Forever. Silence. #indie pop #pop #dream pop #bedroom pop