She sat down to eat the black rice… next to the box of honey-nut cheerios. She sang “while I’m gone away, would you stay, would you stay”. Then the doors closed and the walls closed and the floors they rose to the ceiling.
Why did I ever think that words could be reserved?
And if I was maybe still alive or intact
would I even know?
Would it even matter?
Because I wouldn’t want to be either of those things if this was never real at all.
The oldest one told me it was unusual to think the way I think.
But besides that, it’s sort of refreshing and discomforting at the same time.
Let me breathe and let me hear this song without picturing your ruins, please. Because then it’s over.
IT HAS BEGUN
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