Poetry

The Game

I shuffle in with the heavy-coat-laden, the cough-armed, the book-wielding, the cellphone-brandishing, the suit-clad, the receding-pants-garbed, into the white brightness, into the light. Sound waves rebound off desperate ears stricken by unrelenting blows of brash beats, the hollow rhythms pervading rotten and audible about the enclosure, a sad travesty of the private seclusive silence of […]

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