The Hand That Feeds You
Standing still
And watching in silence
The breath breathes out
Slow,
Slower,
Stopped.
The heart races
And the eyes are wide
The blood pumps
Moving under taut skin
Death watches, eyes black,
Black as midnight,
Black as the sky on a starless night
And you stand.
Terrified.
Petrified.
Frozen.
Caught.
He approaches, skeletal hand searching
You shrink away, heart stopping
Even his presence will affect
Skin cools,
Even as eyes roll back.
‘Come my dear’ he will intone,
And go you will.
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