Life is funny like that. Often when I’m on the edge. About to fall. The money I need will come to me as if I'm deserving. A gift from the gods. If these were ancient times I’d find a healthy goat and slice its neck in veneration. In appreciation. But in a civil age how I am to let the cosmos know I’m thankful. Will it notice me on my knees if there’s no blood on my hands?
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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