The Flag

The corridor had

embellished its cemented skin

with a garland of doors.

She stared unblinkingly

as with each step forward

the garland coiled itself tighter

around the tethered walls.

Doorknobs glinted under the ethereal light

in invitation.

She appraised the doors

and the could be’s

that lay beyond them,

her mind whirling to the

desynchronised rhythms of chance

that played simultaneously.

The universe toyed with her,

cackling at her indecision

and guffawing at her determination,

for of course,

all doors had intertwined paths

and all paths

led to the same destination.