"Into Another World" by Sam Ambler
Into Another World
There was a child in the window
in the room of a house.
There were children outside, playing.
And the child could see them,
hear them, run away
when he looked close at the window,
hard, like a window,
and he felt like glass,
like a pane.
The voices of the children,
sometimes shrill and ringing high,
sometimes almost gone,
would take him from the window
and break him into pieces,
where he lay flat —
sparkling in the sun.
A glimmer in the moon.
Shattered underfoot.
A window,
where there had been
a child.
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