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Writing from the stemistry lab

In the beginning…

by Catherine Graham

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1.
White. The room is as numb as snow,
as quiet as winter. A silent clock hangs on the wall.

Startled by a ghostly, gloved hand, the cell is removed;
taken to the red area by the starched researcher.

2.
Ripe. The room is as red as life, blood-warm.
Nestled in this cradle, the cell begins

to question; if this is where life begins,
tell me, why is the white room crying?