I had listened to his laboured breathing, through the night and ‘til his spirit left this earth. I could hardly bear it, knowing, with a dull ache, that my final act was coming soon too.
For years, the writing had been on the wall, but noone had listened. The viruses had prospered, and all the antibiotics had run out.
Digging sacred graves, for my husband and me; I coughed into the air, knowing I was the scourge, and pandemonium would follow…
By Sarah ©2018