The department of unnecessary disruption showed up last night. At my front door. Late. I was asleep. Alone. I heard them kick it in, the front door. I told myself not to be afraid.
Like the sureness of a setting sun and the promise of the night it holds on its breath, I knew this would come. They always come in the night, the department of unnecessary disruption. Although, no one talks about it, except for the odd rumour that floats on lips while darting eyes dart. We all know the number of our days.
But no one wants to give life to the thought. Keep it in and it might remain a dream. Words breathe life into ghosts best left in doubt, in dark shadows. In no ambiguous terms: keep your mouth shut to it.
The days prior to the night the department of unnecessary disruption showed up were…
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