Thirteen
Casting
shadows over the corpses
Laid out
across the ground
Without
saying a word
Looking
side-wards towards the exit
Bleached
purple in the moonlight
She said
to them
‘Do you
want to live?’
‘What do
you think?’ Cherry answered
‘Do you
want to live?
Her words
repeated themselves
Zigzagging
across them
In a
shocked delirium
To which
they both nodded wordlessly
‘We
better move before he returns’
‘Who is
he?’ This time it was Joe.
‘Death,
his name is Death’
She stopped by the door.
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