Return to the ominous door 2

2 Door 2 Ominous [OctPoWriMo 2024, Day 30]

Convalescing after confrontation, 
I’d act like I’m okay, but there’d be 
one last xenomorph egg, hatching 
in post-credits after I’d flamethrown 
the screeching nest with Prozac, 
then Zoloft, then Effexor, Wellbutrin. 
Jumpscare from my breastpocket. 
I’d feel the face-hugging basketball 
grip of anxiety too late. I missed 
the Weyland-Yutani spore traveling 
with me. You may leave, but 
the necrobiome has not left you.

© Tolu Oloruntoba