~ an untitled poem ~

A dark avenue,

Void of the usual commuters. 

Quietness fills the air,

Chilling the bones of 

The lone survivor. 

Searching for a companion,

Shelter and food. 

Insanity looming around

Every corner. Waiting for them. 

Ready to jump, 

Ready to attack. 

And claim its last victim. 

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