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You see it, too, don’t you?
That the world is a maze of mirrors broken,
That it was only a matter of time…
He barely heard the sirens and the screams.
The City was crying out in pain, but the body in his arms was at peace,
And that was all that mattered.
His left hand brushed back the body’s disheveled hair and became sticky with blood.
It was a strange time for déjà vu.
Most of his days were spent like this nowMost of his days were spent like this now.
His eyes opened to see shadows and light shifting side to side on the ceiling
as a cool breeze slid inside between the blinds, and judging by the colors,
it was midday.
They usually kept to themselves during the day,
so there was no point in looking around the room
for the odd little faces that would gaze out at him.
They were harmless enough. Voyeurs, almost, but of the polite kind
who would go away when asked and
peek back inside when some time had passed.
It had been about a week since They appeared, and
it had been a week since he started to drift through the hours of the day
in bed, staring at the shadows on his ceiling and wondering
if anyone else noticed that the noises outside felt different,
if anyone else saw Them or heard Them breathing.
The trees sighed.
He fell asleep.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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