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ODE TO THE QUIET ROOM by Niyathi Chakrapani • Cleaver Magazine
ODE TO THE QUIET ROOM by Niyathi Chakrapani There is a room inside a paradox—the silence, the calm of grieving water, of lamenting purples in the sunset, the flecks they see, admire, but don’t love enough to remember. And yet the silence is there, waiting, surviving, dancing alone with a [temporary] smile. But—the paradox. The marooned silence in which I fill my bones with water, sustaining—yet barely— for there is an element forgotten in that moment; the silence, like water, runs alone, unfriended, falling into seas with vigor that shakes the nerves as it breaks apart into molecules, writhing, trying to come together, and yet, they are