They know it’s me
It’ll be confirmed soon
Maybe not today
Or tomorrow
Or next week
But I must watch behind me
Had I known of this borrowed time I would have used it more wisely
Bettered myself
Into the person who never would have done this
Now I see the writing on the wall
The fire burns deep in the pit of my innards
Clammy, sweaty hands
An exhausted and overworked mind
What will it look like
When they finally come for me
Alter my fate
All that is left is to tell as many people as possible how much I love them
Thank them for their friendship and endearment
For I am unlikely to see them again
Whipped Owl 