#assumptiontrain

a corridor full of holes
(if we can say that)
there are pairs of eyelids hanging here
and closed doors with
dark lines underneath.

it's grim,
i said,
but it is a matter of perspective,
and thankfully i was willing to swap
so that my collection could stretch
from one end to the other.

we slide along the carpet
every morning,
our snail antennae retract at a poke from the sun.

we leave trails
that the rains wash away.

thankfully we don't need to look back.