An open book
pages turned by an invisible hand
the only movement in the room
I am still.
Clear liquid stands cold and
silver sparkling drops from the tap
diamond the sun.
I blink
and there’s a tear on my cheek
and a spider on the blind
delicate
almost transparent
and my tear lands on the floor at my feet,
a little pool that reflects.

Volume of silence
bulges at the sides
seeps through the walls to be caught by the wind,
erases those thoughts that haunt the room.
I heave them in.
I can see our family’s photograph
heavily framed.
Glare and sneer
I do.

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