Stop for a moment! Listen to everything.
It's all still here, in the corners.
There's the cawing of the crow,
there's the wind in the grass.
Now I feel the ancient sense of threat and
the possibility of hunger.
Yes all here still -
under layers and layers of comforts.
The crow's feathers unfold like black fingers and
I want to warn everyone.
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Dystopian Tales
Short StoryA collection of short stories depicting various futures.