Dry eyes stare blankly at
an empty screen.
The title, "Lit Essay #2"
Fingers numb from lack of movement.
I move the mouse to click back
to Netflix.
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My bed is warm.
My mind is empty.
I am at peace.
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I went swimming.
It was awful.
So awful.
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The crimson sky
slowly peaks through
the barren frosted
tree limbs, as the
cold morning transitions
into a gleaming winter
day.
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We stared into each
other's eyes. Both waiting,
waiting, for me to
stab the canvas with
my colored knife.
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