Mugger
A wisp of air taken
Stolen from my throat as I step out the door
Who is the theif who takes my precious air?
What does he need it for?
I woulnt mind so much if he would simply ask
But he doesn't
His cold hands wait outside my front exit so he can steele it, when Im least expecting it.
I walk out saying my goodbyes, and here he is
Usually it takes me by surprise, but sometimes I rememeber the mugger, outside my door
I hesitate…. Not wanting to greet him.
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