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Zero is black. Zero smells like bleach.

I want to bathe in zero.

Zero surrounds me until it’s the only number I can say, whispering over and over in my mind until it’s my mantra. Zero, zero, zero.

It lays out in my mind like my high school track around the football field. Zeroooooooo. Nothing. Endless around and around and around.

If I do it right