the space between

7 Apr

In the space between words

Where you turn the wheel into

The parking lot at work

Only to lay your head down

On your pillow at night

Or fry an egg in the morning

Only to wash the pan in the sink,

When everything’s silent

But the thrumming of your

Mind: thud, thud, thud

Against your cranium,

Crusted over with

Blood, bones and memories

Is the place where you

No longer, live.

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