It was night
or her brain was trapped in a jar of black beans. Eyelid suction cups stuck inward. Gradually, the walls
returned
white and shapes
on a gray scale darkened, lightened according to their original designs.
Seeing no farther than three feet in one direction a puddle reflected
her body curled
she refused to look
at yesterday
although nothing had been recorded
instead the sound of someone talking incessantly
highlighted her lack of words
shades of gray
white
static and snow
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