Disinterred

Caverns of being yawning,

breathing,

living,

experiencing the stress;

inhaling,

exhaling,

expiring silently.


A lantern for the canary.

Ashes flutter back,

reverberating off collapsing walls.

Mouths agape close naturally

with clogged lungs deprived.


Exhumed

bird skeletons

shrouded in smog.

Still it’s pretended the answer is unknown

when the answer is a mutual fear.

( ❤ Mitch)

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