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White Walls

The room was perfect white. Not spacious or sparse, simply white, the detritus scattered around it’s interior sterile and blank in design but stiflingly busy in practice. Ingenious décor for a jail cell, the sole occupant thought to himself. The…

Flashback

What was once forgotten is remembered just the same lessons learned made vivid old names cried out in vain Moments long made history alive in present tense undead steps to dead ends too late for recompense Old journeys are now…

Unfinished Narrative

You feel yourself dying step by step but in the stasis even death is life, only death is life a challenge to the ending when the middle grows oblique when the beginning is forgotten and the story feels weak The…

Morning’s Risk

Closed eyes avoiding the inescapable avoiding the endless fall of a cliff face crashing down to bright rivers bordered by currents to consume Feet on icy paths glare blinding in the sun and with open eyes the desire to run…

Active or Inert?

Are you active or inert? They’d pared the greeting down to its bare bones. Perhaps to save time, time being at a premium in those days. But just as likely because no one wanted to hear the positives any more….