and there were none

my school joining arms with a major road
what if he just crossed that arm
hiding death under his darkred raincoat

Will his eyes focus like a camera before it shut-te(a)rs
Will his eyes draw waxing crescents, watching Angels swing on playgrounds
Will his eyes settle…

on you
Breaking doors
[what if…
Storming in
[what if…
a’ second
[what if he

“ found you “
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