suffocation--
a squandered ember
snuffed out the flame
starved of air
a writhing struggle
but quietly
it dies away
with not a bang
but a whisper .
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Poetry{#520 in Poetry} The world has turned to ash. Hot winds and violent storms are in its place. Whatever remains of humanity has descended into chaos. The earth is taking back what is hers in a fit of catastrophic rage. This story follows a few people...
