muse_wonder_prefill:4b794987ba66:23

Prompt

can you express this in your own words?
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on doors,

Prefilled opening

on doors,

Completion

on windows, on the mirrors left steamed
after showers — small hands, too small
to be my own.

I painted over them.
They came back through the paint.

I don't sleep in the bedroom anymore.
I sleep on the kitchen floor, with the lights on,
with my back to the wall, where I can see
the front door and the back door at once.

Last night I woke up and the prints
were on the ceiling, crossing it
slowly, one after the other,
as if something was walking upside down
above me, pausing —

to look down.

This morning there were no prints.
Just dust.
And in the dust on the floor beside me,
written backwards, as if from underneath:

*don't look up*

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