no words left. words escape, they run from me. mice fleeing to dark corners and chewed-out holes in the walls of my heart. they nibbled at something, a fresh piece of fruit that managed to fall from a safe hiding place now no longer safe. back to the corners scurry little words, useless now that they hold less in their bellies to keep them nourished. scuttling and playing at being grateful for the scraps left behind. it's better in the dark. there's so much of it, easier to navigate. and the light blinds beady little eyes wishing for more. more. it's only dust. words fading faded farther by the dust.
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