The Grim Reaper
I've come to collect your life me dear.
You seem him. Don’t stare. Keep walking. Let your hair shade your face. He’s following you? Look straight. Don’t shake. Don’t cry. He’s a figment of your imagination. He touched you. Don’t hesitate in step. Wait for the light to switch. Breath. Breath. Mess with your hair. Look as if you don’t know. Laugh at a guy that tripped. Don’t sound so uptight. Walk. Giggle. Not like a Sysco. Gosh. Smile at the woman passing. Not like a rapist! Don’t glance over your shoulder! Don’t start to speed up your pace! NO STOP RUNNING! STOP THE BUS! To late….the reaper is here to collect you.
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