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Holes of Black

  • Desirée Chouinard
  • Nov 13, 2017
  • 1 min read

The Sky,

after the sun sets.

The Subaru’s interior,

and dirty tires.

The still movement of shadows.

A shark in the Pacific,

while you’re night surfing.

The grave stone's symbols,

fear named scotophobia,

vision through a telescope lens cover.

The silence inside a toaster,

before it burns your strawberry pop tarts.

A surprise party,

before you walk in.

The inside of space.

The silhouette of trees.

The telephone wires,

covered in songbirds.

The look of hypothermia,

freezing your skin.

A color opposite from delicate snow.

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