Palliativity 140: Break My Body

In lieu of another story of violence and sub-terrarian public-transit:

Post-apoc Dance aka Bonebreaking

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As I flew down the last flight of stairs to the subway platform, the gun pointed square at my back—

I thought to myself, "This is how it ends?"

Then my mind calmed and I found solace in gravity:

"THIS IS NOT HOW IT ENDS!"

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