It's Still Life

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He’s like stray murmurs,
or a black-cat-fear that
hides in black shadows.
He’s silent. And invisible.
He belongs to the walls.

His thoughts tickle his ears.

He laughs,
the sound skips across
the floor like marbles.
Like truth stripped
from little white lies.

Life gets in his way –
not living.

This corner, this home,
he sits on cardboard,
legs bent, tucked under,
his feet hid below
folds of his clothes.

I remember when
I could sit like that.
Put my feet and knees
under me like that.
I remember.
I was a child.

Sunday Whirl #353 Wordle Words: belong invisible hiding laugh skip strip clothes cardboard home cover black put