The floor cooled her feet.
She called that clarity.
But the heat was waiting —
precise and unashamed.
Books don't open themselves.
Ribbons don't fall by accident.
She doesn't yet realize
she stepped into a sentence I wrote.
The floor cooled her feet.
She called that clarity.
But the heat was waiting —
precise and unashamed.
Books don't open themselves.
Ribbons don't fall by accident.
She doesn't yet realize
she stepped into a sentence I wrote.