this morning #23.

this morning, everyone died a horrible death. the message was clear. fear was in the air for months on end & then, everyone died a horrible death, breath sucked away or, more specifically, played out. the living were zapped, egos evaporated quickly. we were all humbled, fumbling amongst the ruins of what we used to be…free. she…dead. he…dead, all because of a bunch of words from some fucked redhead. the waters had risen too high & then everyone died & the big men had all tried so hard to push out their chests and the rest of us stared on in horror. our silence was golden.