272: Empty

Sometimes

he feels like the walls

have absorbed his words.

White, silent,

they stare back at him

and slowly wipe the thoughts

of metaphors and alliterations

from his mind.

He sits in a cell

of bottomless emptiness

that exists within and without.

Words have become tapestries

of nothing

that merge with the white

and become meaningless.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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