You Lived in the Outcome

You keep saying choice like the clock ever froze, like the road didn't bend,

like collapse had a code. Like grief filled the form, took a number,

stayed calm. Before it kicked in the door, rearranged every room. I smacked it

and take every directed impact. Plus, I didn't lie. I delayed the

crack. Call it mercy if you need it. Dress like,

call it survival if you've lived that night. You talk like you were there.

You weren't in the frame. You arrived when the blood stopped spelling our names.

With vocabulary polished, conclusions intact. History's brave when it's done bleeding out.