Sunday evening
Around 5ish
The sun readies itself to set
a well earned rest after a long week

Very righteously earned

Right about the same time, the solitude that is now so
familiar to me begins to slowly tip-toe in my direction

It approaches me like a lion stalks a
wounded gazelle

slow at first

then it lunges and grasps onto my jugular

It bites down
HARD

It suffocates the life
the breath
the hard earned oxygen straight out of me