death


It’s a shadow at the back of the mind. Just on the verge of being.

A heavy cloud that settles at the base of who and what we are before flying off, upward and onward. Taking our breath away just as sure as it put it there in the first place.

A vague, willowy figure that almost isn’t.

It’s where the whole reaper image comes from.

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