burrows under my skin like the larva
of an impending heartache.
I catch myself in the guilty act of a laugh,
a smile- and admonish myself for forgetting
the scales held in the balance.
Still the imposing vulture follows
with his slanting grin reeking of darkness.
To be sure the judgement will come
but for now little one, stay strong
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