Little NowhereTown

In the corner of an emptiness

lies a room that once housed

the souls of the living who

lived life in lonely episodes

of awareness and disbelief

of their surrounds and fellow

neighbors who knew not who

they were or why here and not

there but tolerated their presence

as one might tolerate a wild

beast who terrorizes in the night

leaving the daylight hours to

sleep off the stench of the crime

and the erased memories that

came at dawn, undoing all threads

that these souls were ever there

at all in this little town of whatever

in this little area of nowhere and

in this land that no one wants to

remember ever existed at all.

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