...A Poem by Ookhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmBDnKRIGSU
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. . There aren't a lot of windows in this room - not much in the way of vantage, of perspective or of purview. . Somewhere in the corner a baseboard heater vibrates - electrifying my periphery with an itchy, artificial heat. . the amperage is too high and the wiring is probably faulty. . As I go to leave the door handle sticks a little, bites its own mechanism, refuses, momentarily, to turn. . just a cold lock on an old, old door. . I jimmy it for a second, lift slightly on the hinges, leverage my weight against its teeth. . There's a short, relieved laugh when the bolt finally goes, when my boot-treads find the threshold and . the room starts to fade from view. . . funny, . if I hadn't known better I might've mistaken it . for a cage. . . . © 2026 Ook |
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Added on March 5, 2026 Last Updated on March 7, 2026 |
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