the bag drops at her feet. a cloud of dust ryan runs up her legs. black and foreign, Al looks through it, willing it to open to implode to fall into the earth with buildings and days and swallow it all whole, take it all away, take it all back, churn it into something better, something bright, and bring it back to her
ryanryanryanryan
he stands. the door. the door stands with him. iron, steel, closed glass, unbreaking and unbreakable.
keys
cell
choice
god
hand them over
and walk
time stop i stop for you i time to you give my time to you take your timeyearslife time
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