Truth, or: Dare

A free verse poem No choice, he figured. No bullets but the one in his leg. No windows, no noise, no smoke. No way of knowing, but he wouldnโ€™t survive outside in the snow. โ€œHey! Anybody in there? Hello? I need shelter! Anybody there?โ€ No response. As he pain- fully limped his way a- round [โ€ฆ]

Truth, or: Dare

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