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How Terrible

My Wife Is Having Nightmares Again

By Destiny SmithPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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My wife is having nightmares again,

Curled up tightly at my side,

as each passing car highlights another ghost

She tells me about them when I wake.

She says,

A living city was buried,

Under great ash heaps.

Yet men have almost forgotten,

The fate that keeps.

Or at the very least,

That is what it seems.

How Terrible

In a busy city, which seemed

foreign and familiar

all the same

a man who lived five hundred years,

Gave grim news to my wife

He said,

“Look below, you can see the fire,

A man hath no way to save his life.”

How Terrible

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About the Creator

Destiny Smith

Writing is one of the few constants I've had throughout my life, and Vocal seemed like the perfect opportunity to put it all somewhere.

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