Nothing Is

by Kristine Ong Muslim

Originally published by Words-Myth

Not that trigger at
the heart of loneliness.
This one cannot exist
or even pretend to exist.
I let it slink in,
a shadow play of white.
White squalls on a dry lake.
The blank slate.
The ivory mess.
Even nothing wants in.

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