Nothing.

The screen stares back

a blank page.

The curser bar palpitates

counting.

Silent metronome.

Torture.

Fingers poised over keys

like a pianist.

No music.

Nothing.

The city hums and hums.

The trees stand no chance.

Mind drifting.

Fingers frozen.

Numb.

There are handkerchiefs to be washed in the bathroom.

©aother

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