Resting Behind Normal

I look around a rock,

and see nothing

but the darkness of my reflection.

Just ahead I hear the faint sounds…

A bubble of laughter,

A spring of joy.

But it seems so far away.

There is no reflection of me.

There is nothing to see!

I feel the vibrations.

Something wants to escape



I see the smoke from a dying


It is black.

Too black to see clearly

that which I cannot see.

A slap.

A tear.

The vibrations continue.

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