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VIEWS FROM A CLOSED BOX [inside] the walls insist they are the world. four corners. one dark. one breath bouncing back. [outside] someone is arguing about whether I exist. [inside] I put my ear to the cardboard and hear probability scratching at the lid. Schrödinger’s cat is a terrible roommate— half dead, half alive, entirely sick of being a metaphor. we share the dark. it tells me: the trick is not knowing. because until the box opens I am every version of myself— the one who escaped. the one who stayed. the one who became teeth. the one who became light. [observer] they lift the lid. [inside] I close my eyes. Let them wonder. ~ cmj #mywriting #writingcommunity #mypoetry #mpprompt #poetsoftiktok