each a reaper

Last night I dreamt of a hawk trying to drive away buzzards from a carcass that was rightfully his. I only remember a few quick glimpses of this, but the huge buzzards, each a reaper, stayed and feasted upon the freshly killed flesh. 

It’s been in my head all day, these quickly moving images again and again repeated. I think the carcass was me.

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