sealed raze i tried to shove it open. i wanted to tell the wind to stab at the stink that filled the room and let it die. but that pane of glass hasn't stirred in more than fifteen years. for all i know, it's never moved at all. i could feel it give just a little. my shoulder spoke to me. it said something of mine was going to snap before i could break the seal dormancy made. so i left the window closed. i opened a door instead. and all i can smell now is cinnamon misting on the tips of my fingers. 230119 what's it to you? who go blather from