Current State (Prose)

Sirens outside; eyes wet-rimmed; tasting silence. It lays heavy; pushes in against my eardrums.

Read back over what’s been newly typed. Add some more. Stare into the distance.

Bed calling; I don’t answer yet. I pretend I’m not here. Not sure what to expect. Heart wary.


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