I’d heard of the birds
with crushed wings.
A hand grasping them
too tightly.
I have been searching for
words
to use
when expressing how
it feels to see the grim reaper
at your own door,
but only in retrospect.
For him to make his
home in your heart.
Even if he is not physically
with you.
The form of a man;
the predator we
almost anticipate.
Is it really considered
“profiling”
if the stereotype is true?