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Don’t Fear The Reaper






11.07.25The tram that I was supposed to get on collided with a car.
Accompanying Track: (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult
As I walked to the stop, the street was crowded but eerily silent, except for the static and the muffled voices of the dispatch radios. Police cars, fire trucks, and first responders were tangled in yellow tape, fragments of metal, and the watchful, curious eyes of bystanders.

A red drape was lifted by four officers, covering the scene, as I assume, the body of the people in the car was carried out. Something got caught in my throat.

The same red drape, inches from death. Bull fights, the muleta. In the face and eye of death. One conceals, and the other lures.

At the crash site, when the red drape fell, it moved slowly, unhurried, not rushed to save the life because there was no life left to save.

At the bullfight, the red drape moves fast, almost in defiance. Death is present, eagerly waiting for a chance to strike.

I dreamed about the red cloth that night, floating, soft, dancing through the air, and you know the reaper is close.




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