Somebody Has Died
Somebody has died. Of this, I'm sure. I know it since I generally know it. As I lie here alone in this enormous, void bed and stand by listening to the downpour, I recall it as it gets back to me, this believing, this fear, skittering all over my throat with 1,000 little legs. It gets comfortable my stomach like an incredible stone, a strong, nauseating weight. It is malodorous in its weight and unquestionable in its commonality. Somebody has passed on. I don't have the foggiest idea who.