THE BREATH OF THE ROOM
Darkness is not silent:
It sizzles on the skin.
The smell is iron, the tongue tastes like dust.
Every step vibrates inside the bones.
There is no way out.
The room closes in on you.
AND YOU THREAT.
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Darkness is not silent:
It sizzles on the skin.
The smell is iron, the tongue tastes like dust.
Every step vibrates inside the bones.
There is no way out.
The room closes in on you.
AND YOU THREAT.
Invisible Thresholds is a space where words do not explain, but open pathways. A blog between mind, soul and art, for those seeking meaning beyond the obvious.