Call me Grim?
You know there is a time that I really hate this job! But It isn't that bad I must confess. It does have its perks. My job is a taker, taker of souls. I’m sure you didn't think I made a few household deliveries, I hope. No, it’s very simple. All I have to do it go over to an elderly man or woman, murdered victim, suicide, bitten by animal, or the occasionally heart attack, cancer scare victim. Not forgetting the occasional heroin addict. Those are the best to take. A job is a job, even in the afterlife you have the work to take those passed onto the other side, whatever their fate may be. Children are always the worst. Having to go around and dragging them away from their families at such a young age and then just leaving those alive to cry away. I’m not a bad person. I am just here to do my job, just like all of you do.
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Poem / Mystery and Crime
Poem / Poetry
Poem / Horror
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