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  • Writer's pictureNick Villers

This Room Only Opens From The Outside.

Which swatch screams fear?

Dress yourself as panic.

Are you inspired yet?

The red room paints itself.


Crawling out of touch.

Drenched in the dimly lit corner.

The shade shakes with forgiveness.

Forgive me for I have.

Chew on paint. Listen.

As we let the walls drip in our ears.

There’s no room no more.

To panic.

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