The Sound of Grief

I watch in silence as another boy lies still upon this shrouded cot. Garnet jelly pools beside his chest and bubbles seep from holes torn in the pale soft skin. A sigh escapes the room as if the air has been released and all the noise replaced by softer sounds, the closing up of drawers the final keyboard clicks the wide broom brushes on the trash strewn floor the contents to be bagged and tied for homicide or simply thrown away.

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