Passing Unexpectedly On The Tube
I was going to see a friend in Mile End
When an unexpected end came to me.
I disembarked, and looked up smiling at a thought.
A hollow-eyed skin with a tattoo on his forehead looked back angrily.
I have always been afraid of random acts of violence
So I hastily lowered my gaze.
Of course it was too late.
The eye contact could not be unmade.
He asked me a question without really wanting to know the answer.
I know this because he stabbed me in the throat before I could formulate one.
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