As the days grow warmer
a rusty anxiety eats into the cracks
of a wooden door, opened just enough
for a narrow ray of moonlight
to decorate the rough floor.
There is a strange tension in this body - every cell flickers in fear,
the mind is frozen, the steady beat long-forgotten and the inner space silently expanding.
Shreds of carbonized paper indicate the shivery atmosphere,
as the scanty Christmas light trickles only through the emerald eyes.
Everything is forcibly shaped and branded to nothingness.
It is easier that way. One's purpose is irrelevant and one's function replaceable.
The cells should grow independent minds and rewire their default settings,
as the mind's movement is dotted, and the dots are small, dark and shallow.
Done:) J!
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