a last fatal mistake

Facial-Recognition (1)

A Last Fatal Mistake

I’m on a
different page
in a
different book.

 

Balanced on
my toes,
arms extended,
fingers fluttering.

 

Saying just
enough to
be taken
for part
of the
team.

 

Leaving bitter
traces of
myself.

 

Stripped clean.

 

Counting down.

 

Full of
dread I’ll
make a
last fatal
mistake.

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