The Center of the World

the silence stuck her. like an empty needle promising drugs. life spun in steep staircases and hollow attics. she chased the end. a dog biting at its tail. the world thick with impositions as she waited to die.

the shapes came into focus. though the words were still absent.

she idled in the vacancy between life and living. impotent.

a bullet without a gun.

tomorrows came and went. too many to count. an eternity of mercies wasted on suffering.

humanity’s arrogance weighs on her bones.

still, even as they break, it shows no mercy.

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