You Are A Target

Encircling like a virile vulture. Entitlement to walk within my boundaries. Glee at the power in your strut as you stalk the earth that is my own. 

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No one shall step foot where I sleep without consequence.

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I come for you with gun and axe and teeth. Naked and screaming, emerging from the bedroom window as the crows cry and the deer disperse. Your sweet old man face turns pale - as if you thought your actions would go unpunished.

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There is no escape.