What You Get
by A. Pseudonym
Alone I am an ocean. Apart, I am a rock. And in your company I'm a puddle. You step in me, spill over my edges, muddy others with my shit. When you leave me in our house I imagine swallowing you whole. In moving crowds at airports I stand still and plan to break you. Then, when you come back and look at me, I forget how to exist. After that, what you see is what you get.
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a. pseudonym. i enjoyed this piece.
Really like this. Like a riddle, but not a riddle, rather riddleness itself, human. Every time I read it, I'm suddenly somewhere else.