Blank Minds


A sterile room

With white walls

A black-speckled tile floor

Like in an industrial kitchen

With rusty flaking spots all over

Door after identical door

Where to go?

No one but her knows

Yet she won’t whisper a word

Completely still in her seat

She throws a ball against the wall and then

Catches it.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Again and again.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

She doesn’t stop.

THUD.

THUD.

THUD.

Then

Nothing.

 

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