Create A Vacuum Day

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Suspended
void
devoid of sound,
light,
air.

I’d scream,
but
no one would hear.

There is no forest.
There is no Miss Zarves.

I am not
falling.
I am not
swimming.

Floating.
Unbeing,
Unseeing,
Unknowing.

I am not
me.

There is no me.
There is no nineteenth story.

Nothing means anything.
Nothing MEANS anything.
Nothing is and is not anything.

Particles
do not collide
with any force
at any time
in any plane
in any existence.

This is it.
There is no more.
More or less
are gone.

Gone.

Everything is space.
Space takes up everything.

Empty.
Bereft.
Desolate.
Clean.
Sterile.

Poof.

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  1. Avatar Michael Wayne LeBlanc

    I once had a dream where I died. I died, and so did everyone else. The main problem, and the most terrifying part of that was I didn’t wake up immediately after. I was in nothing. My dream was this ficly. I would vote you a ten if possible.

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    You made me feel very sad and detached with this one. Nicely done.

  3. Avatar JACK

    The suspen…….sion. I like it.

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