Caelyn Sandel
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The Wait
🕑 Added 2023-01-14 20:43:58 +0000 UTCI step out onto the narrow balcony and look up at a sky-spanning gray smear. None of the dancing gray of ancient TV static nor the flushed hue of a dead channel in that dead softness, just a cold cement firmament.
The only other living block I can see juts out of the low, sickly carpet of our local woodland, its concrete stained a false yellow in contrast from the soft blue-grey of the coffin sky.
I can hear my downstairs neighbor slide open the balcony door. I think about saying good morning, but I don't. There's something unwelcome about the air out here, a gnawing directionless guilt paired with an omnipresent sense of menace.
I'm waiting for something. What?
