The FogMature

Death

The misty fog surrounds me

Death still on its tongue

I walk faster away from the deathsite

because faster is all I can do to keep from crying

What I did back there

It felt so good,

So relieving,

Yet guilt fills me

Swallowing me whole

A chill runs up my spine

And not because of the mid-morning frost.

Her final breath, quick and short

Reminds me of the fog that I have been walking through

I run faster

Faster and faster

Because the sirens have filled my ears.

And I know I am guilty,

Because I am covered by blood.

The End

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