Plastic
It was nothing but a blind panic.
I was locked in a whiteout
of my mind,
my body led the way.
My thoughts,
drawing blanks.
Entwined for eternity
the moment hangs
in relief against the black of day
and
the plastic ink of night,
indestructible and recyclable.
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