Tonight I wander from my
apartment.
The shadows are watching
me, so closely now.
Last night I saw the new
picture, the new victim.
The new player.
His face is familiar to
me.
As I wander the streets,
my thoughts no longer seeming like my own, I wonder.
Will I see him?
Randy.
His name was at the
bottom of the list.
I had been at the bottom
once.
I had thought the whole
thing was a joke.
He was probably thinking
the same thing right now.
Fear.
It grips me, and I fade
into the shadows of an alley.
The night moves on around
me, and a fear that I cannot fully explain, freezes me.
I see a church across the
street.
Is it a sign? Can I be
saved?
The fear fades, and I
stumble, looking drunk, across the blacktop river.
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