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red breath
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"red breath"
Opening the cupboard,
something warm stepped out,
a small red breath
moving before being addressed.
It drifted across the tiles,
a slow as a thought
unwelcome in the room.
The floor shifted under it,
a faint shimmer
occupying space
recalling other
iterations of self.
Air bent sideways
to make room
for the red breath’s passage.
It settled on a wrist,
light,
bright,
steady,
pushing for the house
to adjust.
Nothing visibly changed.
Only the red breath remained,
extending certainty,
regretful of places
it hadn't dared to land.
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