A Universe Away

My gaze travels to you across the endless valley of our dinner table as my mind molds a ruthless stampede of questions from the clay of your silence.

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In what direction are you looking? Is there one in particular?

Are you rolled up or rolled thin or both?

Are there holes within, like a rotting wood?

Does your decay hold life inside too?

Is your brain a cloud? Is it leaking?

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Chaos exudes from me in tendrils that wrap around your spine and squeeze. Hurriedly, I look down to break their grasp.

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Everything is something smaller and something bigger.

My cells are trying their best for you.