September Nights Comments

I waited and watched life go steadily by to the beat of a clock - the constant tic tic tic lengthening out each passing moment, the air seems heavy with guilt and fear, each breath like breathing a thick cloud of pollution.

The anxiety of the wait, dreding the phone call only to hear, ‘he’s died’ on the other end. Words so cruel pierce the heart like sewing needles through an apple - he was only young.
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