A shrunken boy in a vacant classroom

A shrunken boy in a vacant classroom.

by Mike D'Andrea

She watches me, emotionless:A husk devoid of joy, sorrow, no anger, righteous fury, no shame, cowering fear.I’m neither big, nor small, proud nor loud butQuiet. Invisible. Gone.Just a whisper can collapse the Universe.So here I find ending, where I wither into nothing at all.
… can anything come from nothing?A whimper into oblivionor the crescendo of a Big Bang,or, something in-between,a plodding, perilous clamber,just one step at a time,forever,until,finally,
the dawn.


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