Voices In The Dust

It filled my eyes

the dark clouds of destruction.

we sat in the house looking at the darkness swallowing us whole.

we had hope, that it would go away.

but when one lasted one hundred hours, we couldn’t imagine it ever leaving.

one night I woke up,

to get a sip of water.

My lungs were trapped with dirt.

I knew I was going to die.

there was no doubt about it.

Even the water tasted like dirt.

It filled my eyes.

It took over my soul.

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