You considered shifting your position.
The windows across the room were open,
but you were holding your words in
for the visitor.
What might have happened
had already happened
and no longer seemed important.
You had moved through plenty of stories
before you surrendered,
when the voices and hands that took over
fit the comfort of light.
Escape routes shape
the created world,
as the outside heralds mercy.
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