Silent Terror

Bleary vision

Hands reach out and wrap

Around a fuzzy black shape

Squinting through a sleepy fog

Bleary vision

Hands reach out and wrap

Around a fuzzy black shape

Squinting through a sleepy fog

 

A tired yawn

Stretching toward the sky

Sheets falling away

Walking to the bathroom

 

Footsteps sound

Against the hardwood floor

Shoving cold feet into socks

And socked feet into boots

 

The door creaks

Even as the oil works the hinges

Breathing in the fresh air

Only this time it isn’t

 

Hurry

Hurry

 

Running now

Trampling on the ashy undergrowth

Eyes refusing to believe

Mind refusing to understand

 

Hurry

 

Something is wrong

The sky is no longer sapphire

It is clouded with dust

No, not dust

 

Ashes

 

Eyes tearing up

Faster and faster

Faster

Faster

 

Until the ground gives way

For the gaping crevice

Where the world should have been

Where it was

 

A crater

 

Reaching as far out as the horizon

To the left

To the right

Forward

 

Nothing

 

No concrete skeletons

Empty of any history

The slate wiped clean

So clean a reflection stared back

 

Ashes replaced the clouds

Raining down in gray tufts

The remains of the living

A bright speck wiped out

 

Why

Why

 

Turning around

Denying the evident truth

Calmly strolling back

Thoughts racing

 

Isolated

Abandoned by nature

Deserted

Forsaken by fate

 

The earth was quiet

Devoid of noise

Bereft of life

Vacant

 

Silent

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