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          the pink of sunsets that say goodbye to              whole,’ I tell the screech the next time
          a difficult day. It tells me to walk home.           she sees  me. ‘I  am  a part of a whole.

          I thank it  for keeping  me  company  as             There are
          I do so. Someone tears through it with                   parts  within me  and  parts  within

          talons long as my forearms. ‘9.5 inches              that. I want to know if that ever ends.
          exactly,’ I remind myself.                           I want to know if I’m a never ending

              The screech walks up  to me, road                divisible
          cracking up and falling away with each                   to a never-ending dividend.’

          step she takes. There are words rising                   She shakes her head and tells me I
          up  from  the  cracks  now,  they  float  up         think too much. We close our eyes.

          to me,  the world nothing but a black                    When I open  them  again there  is
          white  screen with  the  screech  beside             darkness.

          me and the words floating around is.                     ‘Do you see  where  I end  and you
              ‘Careful’, she says as I reach towards           begin now?’ The screech asks.

          them, ‘don’t approach them  without  a                   ‘No.’
          clear intent  if you  don’t want them  to                ‘Do you  want to  go  back to  being

          lash                                                 the speck, again?’
              out at you.’                                         ‘Does it matter? I  carried you

              ‘I have never had  a clear  intent,’             around stuck in my throat every  day.
          I  reply tiredly, reaching towards the               It feels no different.’

          letters S-l-e-e-p.                                       That time we were, we laughed, we
              The world implodes. A thousand                   did.

          buzzing letters  coalesce  and then                      It is all one and all separate, all at
          come apart. It is as if a huge mirror is             once. The world slows a bit. I can’t hear

          repeatedly being shattered into a                    the rushing of blood in my ears. I miss
              million tiny flecks of nothingness. I            it.

          protect myself and realise that I broke                  The  day  we  were,  we  laughed,  we
          with the  world. There are a million                 did.

          pieces of                                                The miasma beckons me deeper to
               me and they scatter with the breeze             sink a little deeper.

          that is supposed to call me home.                        I-.
              That day  we were, we laughed,  we

          did.
              I am one  spec  now,  containing all

          of what we were inscribed in the dna I
          float around with.

              ‘A piece  of  something  is also  one
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