Presence

The sound of the leaves Outside the window. The empty, closed, Quiet room. The echoing, unanswered yelling, Towards the end of the house. The unnoticed absence At the dinner table. The unheard voice Of the forgotten. Are your presence. Art credits: Avogado 6.

Necklace

The sound of running water sliced through the bathroom’s dead silence. I rubbed my hands well, trying to ignore the stare I could feel boring into the side of my face. I could see from my peripheral vision the silhouette of a woman, but what made me feel uncomfortable was that she just stood there …

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