Poem: "Hero"

By Peyton Ceboll

SilenceSilenceSilenceSilenceSilence
Want the shadows of whispers cast by the

smear of strangers
seen in peripherals.

Good. Bad. Noticed. Delusional.
walking in voluntary chains clutched by no one. Buried away in a re ective surface is the sole ally.

Make me a hero. For I stand immobile tucked into every ber.