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Silence wraps around her like a wet distance. Her hands encounter along the wall as she struggles to remain herself. Every breath she takes seems to be espoused. The air tastes like dust from long- buried bones. The twinkle of the house slows — not weaker, but deliberate. Like it's savoring her. She moves, but the hallway clings to her bases — sticky, like saccharinity made of grief. The wallpaper forms
By Md. Ikbal HossainSilence wraps around her like a wet distance. Her hands encounter along the wall as she struggles to remain herself. Every breath she takes seems to be espoused. The air tastes like dust from long- buried bones. The twinkle of the house slows — not weaker, but deliberate. Like it's savoring her. She moves, but the hallway clings to her bases — sticky, like saccharinity made of grief. The wallpaper forms