Magnified
Magnified, the tip of my finger turns a maze that has no escape. The deepest black of my eye is held captive in a surround of color. I breathe invisible scents imagining their travels. The curve of my ear traps the vibration of silence. My lips, pressed tightly, hold back my voice. Prisoners all, awaiting release.
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