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Brushing death

The door is labeled
"Opportunity" in a hurried scrawl
Desperation drives fingers to act
Juggling hook and awl delicately
To appease stubborn tumblers.

After a lifetime of painful performance
The audible click reverberates
My weary hands reach for doorknob
The door opens to reveal a gruesome
Rail station scene

Possum eyes gaze lifeless toward
Distant indifferent skies
Front claws extended,
As if it could somehow run away
But his rear half, several strides behind
Begs to differ...
Splaying with entrails, half cooked
A la third rail

I turn to walk away and vertigo strikes
With an oppressive tingling grip
Limbs throb, head swims as
Gravity unleashes unsteady arms
Wrapping round and tugging me down

But I stand defiant, riding the storm
And as quickly as it struck
Vertigo departs, as if bored

Death chuckles and moves on.
Written by Tardegrade
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