I was sent a photo last week, it was a man standing in a dark concrete looking hallway.
He was bleeding quite badly from cuts on his face - his eyes were swollen and closed.
That wasn't what I noticed most though.
Behind him stood a figure, I could only partially make it out.
It seemed to be made from tar and its jaw wide open and close to the man's neck.
All week I couldn't get that image out of my head and then, then I saw the man.
He seemed fine but when I tried to talk to him he looked scared.
I showed him the photo I got.
He showed me his.
I saw myself standing in that street staring at a photo.
Behind me stood a figure made of black, dripping tar.
Its' hand on my shoulder.
It left a mark.
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