Death Hunts Me

For the NaPoWriMo prompt today, I wrote a poem about what I'm haunted by, then changed the word "haunt" to "hunt."

 

Death Hunts Me
By Candace Shultz

Death hunts me.
He's in the car,
So impatient,
Threatening
To crash into me.

Death hunts me.
He's there on the steps,
Waiting to trip me
So that I'll fall
And break my neck.

Death hunts me.
He's a mugger
Holding a knife,
Wanting to steal my life,
My most valuable possession.

Death hunts me.
He's the wind
In a thunderstorm,
Howling in fury,
Fierce and ferocious.

Death hunts me.
He's at my doctor's office,
Hovering by my side
As I wait to receive
An unwanted diagnosis.

Death hunts me.
He's in my bed,
Whispering to me
While I sleep
That I am his.

Death hunts me.