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Emergency exit


He was running through the hallways of the hospital

… skidding corners

sliding linoleum floors


I could tell his breath was twenty steps behind him


trying to catch up


His heart went even faster than he did


urging him to stop


But he ran

with no interest

in listening


The hospital seemed bigger than before

he must have ran

for hours


When his breath slowed down

then his heart slowed down

and his hope broke down


Though death had been walking at a leisurely pace

he was there immediately

with a friendly smile


“Were you looking for me?”