Imagine it…
The night before the ending to a temporary illness…
When you swear it’s the suffocating finale to life’s last act…
When every nerve in your body simultaneously bursts aflame, and every instinctual swallow violently carves dry throat-flesh raw…
When you’d make a deal with just about anyone or anything who stumbled along for an ounce of relief…
That’s when they can see you the clearest.
You know the night of which I speak.
You know of they.
Salivating as stray toes test darkness’ leniency.
Not too far, little piggy.
Hush.
The Gonzo Wolf 
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