Death

Death moved then

From house to house

Like shadow

In that space

Like the sun

Heating the atmosphere for the storm

——

It wasn’t like all of those stories

It wasn’t old

It wasn’t tired

——

It was faceless

It was whatever is less than silent

And

You were alone

And

You

were

afraid

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