Endings

The cat found the black hole in the backyard. Or maybe it was just a hole, in the ground, treacherous, yawning like a missing punctuation.

Breathe in shadows, release dusk.
Sometimes the last word is a whisper, echoing against a thousand closed doors. What are we saying as we reach for unstrung notes?

The light flickers out, then tiptoes back in. Did you notice how the walls leaned closer, whispered secrets in absentia?

There lies an apartment, its windows frame despair. Look inside: a small dying plant, or a secret passage to nowhere. Is this the ending?

Silent laughter rides the wind, dresses made of antique dust. Have you ever danced with a thought, unseen yet vividly alive?

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