i posted this long ago, never gave this a title. either that or the title is 'unnamed,' which is very plausible.
Exhausted bodies huddle in a dark room Waiting for a plan, hoping for the best The car’s belly cut open by a hole in asphalt Two feet deep and six months old The words ‘dead end’ written in rot on the wall Because outside is dangerous; and nobody cares Frosty air seeps from a creeking white box The rustle of plastic disturbs the stillness
A virulent concoction of sodium and neon Ravaging the countryside Poisoning the water, immolating the trees Paralyzing the young, asphyxiating the old Screaming for attention in a cacophony of sterile voices
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