Meadow
Date of writing: August 5 2020
Pleasant meadow, tilted green
Eyes are watching, laughing, bulging, at me
From a car - from the ground
from underneath a pile of rocks that covers up
things that I can't speak of
Death smiles at me
I'm sure he smiles at me
while he points a gun
with his finger on my trigger and
I can't breathe
I panic
I panic
I panic
I hide with skeletons in a closet that's yet to be
and I wait
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