Midwife to the Afterlife

   

The unavoidable familiar 

With me, since the date of my birth

Always looking over my shoulder

Weighing & measuring each step I take 

I'd call him a friend, for all we've been through together, but that damn spectre is standing between me and the Sweet Hereafter

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

loading me up on bong hits and shots of Turkish coffee... what's he up to now...

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