NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 2 - Considering what would have happened, if I chose the road less taken. Or another path.
Thorny Branches
Fork one. Bean manager
For those with vastly more
than I could ever envy.
Trained in suit-speak
Doormat back scuffed and
Broken under weeping grimace.
Fork two. Wage slave
My headset cutting the skull
Repeat script until death.
Choppy waters of dialogue
As a persistent target
Watched with axe swinging.
Fork three. That night
When love wanted me
And I ran away scared.
Deep romantic notions
Of fairytales and bliss
In possible futures.
But all that I have now
Is a shredded map
And torn hands
Filled with bloody thorns
From wrenching my mind
Out of each twisting branch.
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