Narnia and the North.

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The walls, all four to eight of them seem to be closing in. Also this screen. One wall, mirror, reflecting back at me not myself but noise of selective comfort bits from pop culture. How did it come to this? My real self, fears come up in the night; slices off the face, chased into holes, bayonets. I wake up in the witching hour to check the locks.

For real the house is shaking today. We have mice. Mum sprays in the corners and we fill up crooks with steel wool. I'm nervous. The walls are closing in and winter hasn't even started.

For the traps, mum bought reeses peanut butter cups, my favorite candy. Mice only. I'm old enough to buy my own candy. If only I could walk through the front door. With all the shaking, walls, and checked locks, who knows when that will happen.

I don't want spring though. I want this winter. But not like this, a different winter imagine. Peaks, frothy waves, storms 'blow your cheeks', the high winter sky, and the calm sea then, cold and clear enough to see straight down to the bottom.

I say in the smallest font
not alone.with you.

But its only me who wants this. Alone.