silver sliver

Blur surrounds me as I am suffocated by a silent noise. Moon light labors heavily to cut through the dome of death. Occasional ray makes it through only to expose the morbid atmosphere. Thick smoke all around. A man stands on the side of the street. Moaning while watering the decaying wall. Spitting loudly. Right next to him another man sits. Armless. His feet holding up a sign that I can’t seem to read or understand. They both suddenly disappear. Faint buzzing starts in the back of my skull. Metallic. Muffled. Annoying. I stumble forward into the mist. The curfew begins as another life ends.

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