Friday, March 7, 2014

It starts as a blank space. You stuff it down, hide its existence, but it grows. Now it's a hole, a black pit that has no end; you stuff it down. Only now it envelops you. You try to grasp its edge to contain it, but there is no edge, just a foggy line that will not be grasped. You should have screamed when you had the chance. Now you're just floating.

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