why have you left the room?
gone to hide in every corner
under every bush
who are you?
are you a child? are you a stone? are you a small red potato in the back of the drawer? can you smell the dusty bags of rice? are you cold? do you have goosebumps on your arms, despite the sweater. as if you could hide there, smaller than you are. as if you could shrink and shrink and fit in the smallest corner of the smallest compartment of the smallest box on the smallest shelf. what is it like there? is it dark?
is it silent
or loud?
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