Challenge
Writing Prompt: You wake up in an infinite white room with nothing but yourself and a piece of paper that says "You have been banned from existence." What are you going to do? What's running through your mind? What did you do to get there? Make me feel like I'm right there next to you having the adventure with you. Have fun and tag me!
“Banned from Existence”
Do you need something
—says this white noise
from between my lines
like a soundless scratch
across a blank slate
laughing so blindly in
my unschooled face
as it echoes from behind
the whiteboard of my mind
Say, there, naivete—
you who so wanted out!
isn’t this the sterile-gauze
egg-white meringue-life
you have wished for? or
is it not cracked up to be
all of what you had once
imagined when insisting
on just being left to yourself?
How does your free-choice run
—in its self-imposed sentence?
now that you’re banned from all
of so called everyday Existence!
in this whitewashed room
stuck with your stark cold
illusions of endless peace and...
with your whole Unresolve locked
into the tide of its little white lies