further down the aisle

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"further down the bookshelf aisle" 

 

Further down, the air tilts —
cedar and something sharper,
like paper just torn.

 

The books lean as if listening,
their shadows knotting

in the seams between boards.

 

A single bulb flickers,
its light breaking into shards
that glance off a cover
furred with years of quiet.

 

I keep walking,
and the silence keeps pace,
as if it has business here too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pungus's picture

I think the permeating

I think the permeating poignant imagery is what shines here like 'light breaking into shards' and so many layers to explore, though a disturbingly disquieted child whose hips are crippled and stinted, glasses thick, virgin curtsy, utilizing the crutches as a wizarding stick.


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Sounds somewhat familiar of a

Sounds somewhat familiar of a younger self that has now been overgrown by years and layers of dust.


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