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6 Hours

There is no future, I’ve forgotten my past.
It doesn’t stop me from feeling afraid.
Or cowering in the corner, huddled closely to the blade.
And when you find me in the morning
With one finger you could push me over.
Stare for a moment at my pale white face
The blue lips in a darkened room.
Where the lights never shine, and the curtains cease to open.
It is then that you realize. My pulse stopped six hours ago.
And all the while I’ll be feeling the phenomenon of waking up.
For the first time in my life.
I’ll be wondering why it took me so long
To figure out the meaning of this riddle.

by Eliana Cordova

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