Ceiling
My ceiling is plain and bare, and if you concentrate on my lights, you can see them flicker.
I rarely leave my bed, my room, my house.
I have nothing more to say, like words died on my tongue and rotted away behind my teeth.
"Be well and keep the cold at bay. I hope you feel your smiles today."
I missed you.
I didn't die today.
Goodnight.
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