"Avoid Exit," she read,
and she stepped into the deluge.
The siren blared behind her -
the rude echo of an emergency -
the door ajar.
Blinking rapidly,
she detached herself
from the neon sign and slipped into the freezing rain, palms upward,
arms outstretched.
If she could just stand there, undiscovered,
awash in the blinding glow
of the locked Chipotle,
stacked stools patiently
awaiting tomorrow's victims,
she would figure out the answer.
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