He chokes on the air.
There are particles suspended
floating in the rays
dust swirling
as if he disturbed
a tomb.
He stumbles back.
They're all gone
skin and bone like
freeze-dried fruit.
impossible
impossible
impossible
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Poesía{#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...
