Peripheral Vision

A body,

uprooted, rinsed, and pressed within pages weighted by black jewelry,

its time squeezed out like toothpaste,

its face shrunk to a halftone thumbnail,

its fear sharpened into a couple of processions,

presses a button in a darkened hall.

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