Leaves now litter the concrete where feet once roamed.
Wind the only sound disturbing the windows now silenced.
No-one has appeared,
To order a latte or clock in to work or open the door that's locked.
Tables getting sun bleached.
YOU ARE READING
The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air
PoetryThe complete genocide of the human species in rhyming fashion. 1,558 words.
