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Rearview.

Noose ‘round the neck now.
Barrel to the temple.
Blade flirting with the jugular

behind a thick curtain
of skin just begging
to be parted.

So
taking the final step,
she finally sees
the big picture,
the life she left behind,

so clear and complete
in the rearview,

sole bound now
for the brake pedal.

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