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  • Writer's pictureTaryn D

The Waiting Room

Updated: Jul 18, 2021

Copies of photocopies hang on the wall.

My eyes fall on a tattered poster bleached by the sun.

Idly, I wonder if it felt the staples.

Paper snowflakes hang apologetically.

They shiver at the sputter of a nearby vent,

one just barely clinging,




I stare at the plate of gingerbread men

on the coffee table.

They stare back.

I walk to the bathroom with

the echo of my footsteps.

Echoes make terrible company.

As I wash my hands with

the saccharine choke of

pink passion soap

I gaze into the unsettling void

between mirrors when

you see what an infinity

of yourself looks like

The waiting room is still empty.

I let my eyes fall shut a second, or two.

The fan spins around in a visual reverb,

flashing and fading its repeating florescent fragments,


I, with


John 3:20

He must increase, but I must decrease.

Galatians 5:24

And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.

Mark 8:35

For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and the gospel's will save it.

Philippians 1:21

For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.


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