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Choke Mirror

Drew Marshall

I was alone in my apartment eating dinner
I looked down at the ground while swallowing
A cockroach was scurrying across the floor

Something was now stuck in my throat
I could breathe but it hurt when I swallowed
I rushed to the sink and drank a glass of warm water

The substance was still lodged in my throat
I headed for the hospital emergency room
A good half mile away

What ensued was a very bad comedy skit
Talking irritated my condition
I had to answer hundreds of questions

I could barely spit out any answers
There were no seats available
I leaned against the wall by a vending machine

Eventually I was wheeled into another section
The right foot rest was missing from the wheelchair
I sat for several hours

After the X-Rays, I found myself alone in a small office
A few decades had passed before someone entered with the results
There was nothing in my throat

I probably scratched it and I would be fine in a day or two
If not, call my primary care physician
I arrived home after midnight and went straight to bed

As my head hit the pillow the particle moved
I had trouble breathing and could not swallow
My body was retching

I barely made it into the bathroom
I held onto the sink as my knees buckled
I saw myself turning blue in the mirror

This is the end, I’m dead
The second I finished that thought
I coughed up the culprit

A chickpea

I breathed a sigh of relief
Most of us have had close calls with death
Few watch themselves dying in the mirror

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