The Wistful Grid
You write this down because the ink dries faster than the blood. The kitchen table is oak. It is scarred. You have cut into it with a knife that is not yours. You are a soldier. You are in the palace. The palace is not a house. It is a cage of gold. You wear the uniform. It is tight. It bites. You look in the mirror. You do not see yourself. You see the boy who left. He is gone. He is here. The...
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