• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 12
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It hangs and tempts
not moving
whispering possibility.
I shrink back
letting the comfort zone cuddle me.
It's safe here, they say.
I know the contours
and nestle into cushions
where adventures and tragedies
flicker by on screens.
And I am still.
if I were to dream
I'd snatch the key
unlock the door
and, shield abandoned
step into the world
of other people.
Make a story of my own.
Break this isolation
with a whoop.