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Anxiety, Fear of Death, Life, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Community, Thieves
Imagine this:
It’s three a.m.,
you and your soulmate
fast asleep.
He enters your house,
because he knows
you’re in deep sleep,
REM sleep,
like dreams
you’ll never know,
or that he has gone
to your refrigerator,
smeared his face
in blood
from your thawing meat,
poofed himself with flour,
and sat on the edge of your bed.
You do not know,
will not know,
until later morning,
when you finally wake,
you were robbed.
Everything you valued–
gone–
and you,
left to wonder how.
Fear is that thief.
