Strip Rock-paper-scissors - Ghost Edition -

Final round: you and the last ghost move at the same time—a mirror match. Rock meets rock, paper meets paper, scissors kiss scissors. Nothing wins. The tie is a soft, infinite ache that unbuttons your ribs. The bulb above you burns down to a nub, and in that small clean light you see, finally, what the game was for: not to undress each other, but to be seen while you do it. To let someone else catalogue your edges and say aloud what you have long been daring yourself to admit.