The streets are empty tonight.

This city has been deserted.

The walk back is lonesome…

I let my mind wander. Walking methodically and without purpose. As if my soul’s been stolen away.
The coffins around me were once the embodiment of what man strove for.
To be larger than life. To be secure. To be structured.
Now the buildings and skyscrapers personify man in a different light.
Cold. Lifeless. Empty.
The grey walls **** you slowly.

The frigid air reflects the mood of the buildings.
And as the wind blows, the mood is passed into me.
I shudder from the thought of being so hollow.

There is a man near the corner of the road.
He is lying on the concrete.
Hundreds of flies and nats hover over his body.
The stench is putrid.
I shuffle around him and try not to breathe his diseased air.
He moans.
Rises slowly.

The dead coming back to life.

“food”
Is all he says.

I stare into his eyes.
I see only myself.
I’m not surprised.

I lie back down on the concrete.
Feel my stomach curse me.
And wonder,
What happened to me?