LIFE CHOICES.

By JS Hyder

Gloom descends as the last rays breach the hazy room.

Yellowed fingers tremble over the dog-ends overflowing in ash.

Bloodred eyes twitch, glued to the front door.

Too afraid to move, only the jolting leg rattles the tiny table.

The clock ticks, innocent of its part to place, slicing time away.

A knock comes. An involuntary sound escapes their lips, giving them away.

Too late to hide. The caller knows they are home.

The door bursts wide without resistance, the final spark of light extinguishes.

This was never the life they’d worked for, but there was no escape from hell tonight.

A single tear escapes, smearing the clown's makeup– children’s parties are the worst.

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