I abandon the laundry for yoga when the noisy imageless movie that’s haunted me for weeks infiltrates my mind once more. I try to ignore the commotion, silence it for a moment with mind-bending stretches. Closing my eyes, I lift my torso, elongate my arms backward, and clasp my ankles, angling my legs above my spine toward my head. My hips rise. My back arches. Every joint and muscle curve to the point of sublime submission, but the abstract noise persists, piercing my consciousness.
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An invisible figure sloshes through a heavy downpour with winded breaths. In the distance, a tintinnabulation reverberates. The splashing stops. A startled gasp, sharp pain, and mewl resonate. A struggle ensues. Movement rustles, and feet slosh again. Knock, knock, knock thunders. A pitter-patter resem
