What a Death
sound does not travel in a vacuum,
that's why i woke up normally.
I took my pill for hypertension
and I boiled the coffee
that I spilled on the apartment balcony:
some meteor cut off a third of the moon!
what a morning sky!
what colors!
the spectacle of hallucinated people
running terrified down the street
everyone clinging to their cell phones
ridiculously looking for salvation
and the rain of rocks!
and the insane wind with it's letal breath!
what a storm!
what a death!
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