Food Thoughts
Cornbread crumbs trail out
Of my mouth and
Onto the floor
Beside me
I rub my feet together
To clean them off
My eyes stopping only at
Pictures of tall
Structures
Mama had told me about them
How generations ago
Our family had lived
Among them
Worked inside them
I draw the tall houses inside
My tunnel walls
Adding to the mural of
My utopia
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MUTE
Science FictionPlagued by the knowledge of a fallen past, #239 feels an inexplainable need to tell everyone of the world above. along with #239, #116's family has been passing down stories of a world above with technologies and opportunities beyond imagination...
