Staying
1:10 AMThe world updated its terms.
Speech fell under maintenance.
Openings looked like joy at first,
then rerouted to the old corridor.
Speech fell under maintenance.
Openings looked like joy at first,
then rerouted to the old corridor.
No more sunshine, just policy light.
Ankles tied with “be good.”
Do you still insist on arriving
where the doormat spells no?
Stand before the glass.
It edits you cleaner than breath.
Touch it. Accept the chill.
Live like a fingerprint you can’t prove.
Strangers learned my lines and passed as friends.
Friends forgot the script and blurred out.
Come closer if you must,
but mind the echo that lingers after names.
Think again.
We call it survival.
It looks like waiting.
It feels like staying.
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