Bloodflow
By TwistedVamp13
They say that every time a door closes, a window opens.
I heard the crash;
A door slammed
shut.
Now where is the opening?
Not
in my e-mail. All I get there is
Spam and internet flakes,
Who probably would run screaming if they knew half of the
Baggage I bring to the table.
Not locally; I know that.
Too many people know who I am
And are all
too willing to rat me out,
To ruin my life.
So where is this opening? All I hear
Is doors slamming shut.
Maybe I don’t get an opening.
Maybe I don’t deserve one.
Maybe I’ll make one instead.
Bloodflow.
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Copyright 2012 TwistedVamp13
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On Thursday, September 13, 2012, TwistedVamp13
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Correct. In the case of this one, the hero is left looking fruitlessly for the opportunity he is supposed to be able to find.