Sunday, January 29, 2012

CITY OF BONES #3 by Russell Streur


Tick
Masked employees
Punch buttons
Then the screams begin

Outlook grim
New waste
No place left to go

Take my number,”
the man in the square said.
Tomorrow you will see my name on the list of the dead.”

Standard protocol
Blind chance
No sign of light

Tock.

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