It is day two of National Poetry Month, and here’s a poem from the dark side…
The Sound of Their Breathing
I watch the world inhale, exhale
each fragile breath so slight;
simple to asphyxiate, faces turning pale
I watch the world inhale, exhale
dreaming how to make them quail,
to quiver in fear, to scurry in flight
I watch the world inhale, exhale
each fragile breath so slight
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