Anomaly
They watch me
in my transparent emerald cube
gasping for a breath of fresh air
but no one will come to my aid
They silently gaze in this claustrophobic sphere
waiting for me to perform in an odd fashion
like a mutant at a bazaar
I am an anomaly in their fluid world
© Donna J. Sanders
Excerpt from the book “Ataraxia”
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