Choice.
Staring bleakly,
as eyes were
caught in a flash,
frozen still and
a chill raced down
the spine, like a
stag, petrified in a sudden
moment of helplessness.
With rancid flashbacks
playing in loops,
a futile, desperate attempt
searching,
a route, exit the history;
or the choice
to slip and let fall
in the dark,
as blood runs
stale and black,
dried.
One sudden shiver, shaking off
the thoughtless prison, the
unnecessary interjection.
One sudden jolt,
like a surge of
life in
a cold, rigid corpse.
Rusted shackles splits
and,
broke free.
That
was a choice too..
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