Danse Macabre

I fall into the silence.

Surrounded by the prying eyes of entities unknown.

I feel the embrace of the icy autumn breeze.

Leaves dance like they have secrets.

Unseen fingers play with strands of my hair like a doting lover.

Awash in the chill of death and finality, I find peace.

I belong here. This is home.

Dancing among the remains.

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