Slip

Written by Jacob Ibrag

You’re not supposed to know. Yet you dig deeper.

Layers. Concrete under concrete. Boundless. More of the

same. You forget why you started in the first place. It becomes

routine. A thing you do when there’s nothing. And then one night,

the ground begins to shake. It completely deteriorates. You slip and

realize that it’s a bottomless pit. Falling. Failing to see the point

to any of this. You were never suppose to understand.

Spectrum, stripped. You’ve become a part it.

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