What is that?
Black spot upon the mobile phone.
Symbolic: torturing, empty hole that drains power.
Sitting. Coffee in place, cup holder.
White snow on an icy path. Immobile.
Words like a firing squad: thought instantly, held back momentarily, let into action.
Teardrop. Slow on the upper curve, picks up speed, crashes at the bottom.
This feeling?
Pain. Slices made, perhaps sharp folds like origami, into a ruptured heart.
One idea...
...to simply not exist.
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