There is a clock on the other side of the door.
I cannot see it, I cannot hear it, but I feel it at my core.
Tick. One step too many.
Toc. I haven’t a penny.
Tick. A child in my arms.
Toc. A man with wild charms.
I sit with my back against the hollow door.
“It must not open!” I’m crying on the floor.
Tick. It hasn’t been long enough.
Toc. I was only acting that tough.
Tick. Live my life without regret.
Toc. I’m all in. I’ve hedged my bet.
Tick.
Toc.
Tick.
Toc.
The door opens.
~The Scorpion
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