On The Edge (By Cat Matchuk)
I can no longer tell if this shadow
hidden
somewhere deep
was created or always was. Continue reading “On the Edge”
On the Edge
Tag: life and death
Nox
Nox (By Cat Matchuk)
“He is going to die,” Death says to me. I follow his gaze to a man who appears to be in his late twenties. He’s sporting shaggy black hair and a leather jacket. The man smiles apologetically as he fumbles in his pocket for coffee money. I turn back to Death and with a raised eyebrow the first thing I ask is,
“Why?” Continue reading “Nox”
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