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PROSE

Square One Must be Home

stuck stuck stUCK

feeling in all aspects

(except for actuality)

all eyes stare blankly at me

struggling to escape quicksand

no helping hand in sight

/

seemingly everyone

everything

has already moved on

as thought i too

/

living linear is a lie

/

if life were a board game

i’ve drawn the card “go back to start”

just as i’m about to win

/

the bright light at the end of the tunnel

is actually just a white wall

shattering everything that comes into contact

...spLAT.

RETURN