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Death Was Crawling

By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Death Was Crawling

Death was crawling
on my skull when I
was buried under
leaves. Its grin was

large. The balls of its
eyes were wide and
beaming. Its laughter
was sharp and loud.

Death sucked my marrow,
chewed on my skeleton,
ate all the flesh from
every bone in my body.






Article © Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal. All rights reserved.
Published on 2022-03-21
Image(s) are public domain.
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