A Murder

by Dan Smith

A shift from grey to black.
Eyes closed, but not by choice.
They keep all the wrong lights on in this place with no sound,
Left to devices.
 
Cannibalized.
Your body or theirs,
Either way betrayed; it wasn't your fault that you didn't belong there.
 
You found your way to the only relief your kin would allow.
They took to the skies, leaving you in the ground.