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It was then that I realized. . .
by Terrie Leigh Relf
The apartment building
was so quiet--almost too quiet--
as if we were all watching
Twillight Zone reruns
without sound, scarse able
to breathe, much less shriek
or scream. . .
It's the fog, I told myself,
the fog creeping upon us
like an alley-way bum
hoping to steal into our
laundry room to sleep.
And then I thought perhaps
I was asleep and dreaming,
this silence a welcome but
disembodied lover soothing
my lonely flesh.
But when I reached out to
embrace this quiet, this
stillness, this palpable
absence of sound, it was
then that I realized I was dead.
© Relf, 2007