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Forgive My Dearth of Quietude by Praise Osawaru

Forgive My Dearth of Quietude

by Praise Osawaru

(published in Feral, Issue 3, August 2020)

Instead of dreaming, I translate my whirling worries into a standstill; eyes closed, body tendering silence. The night registers my intermittent awakening, on days when my mind depletes quietude. Creaking fan, wintry chill, spilling moonlight; they conduct a fellowship in my room. Pardon me if I mistake the scratching in my wall for the feasting of monsters, or the meowing at night for a gathering of witches. This body knows no other creed than the dissonant worrying.






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