The Cure

By , Pocatello, ID
I see him walking toward me. Eyes yellow, skin gray. Is there a cure for this disease he has? He mumbles something under his breath, too silent for me to hear. He is unaware of my presense. I am not surprised, judging by the state he's in. Is there a cure for this disease he has? He goes to the closet and takes out a gun. My fear takes over. My knees quiver and my hands shake. Is there a cure for this disease he has? He gets down in front of me, on his knees. He grabs my hands and says the voices will go away soon. He kisses my cheek and bids me farewell. He stands up and goes to the bedroom. Is there a cure for this disease he has?





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