Crooked Crossroads

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Written on April 13th 2025 for Miranda Hawley's propmt 5 by 5 by 3.

Standing at a dusty crossroads, The sun brutally beats down Upon flesh left for dead. High noon mingles with midnight; Diminishing reality becomes increasingly threadbare. Brittle tumbleweeds drift tragically away. Beady-eyed vultures swoop, circling. Gravity's pull feels increasingly heavy Against unrelenting waves of sorrow— Karma's come to collect its dues. Squinting in due south’s direction, A dilapidated shack instantaneously appears. An invisible pull propels me; Fate’s hand opens the door. Forward I march toward uncertainty.

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