ANGEL OF DEATH

There’s something waiting for me I think. I can see glimpses of it around corners behind me, following me. I see it in my peripheral, but it’s gone when I turn to look. I don’t fear the inevitable, or the ineffable, but what is it that stalks me ? Freedom ? Incarceration ? I suppose I’ll find out when the hammer drops and this mortal coil takes on new meaning.

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