The alarm on Milan’s phone goes off at 5:45am. She rolls over and smacks the phone with the palm of her hand. It keeps beeping. Irritated, she blinks one eye open and points with her middle finger pressing into the cracked screen of her phone. The alarm stops. She sighs. Her head falls to the pillow staring up into the morning darkness.

With her head sunken into the down pillow, she realizes that...

Fog days do come and go

Sunlight strikes and like death it is gone

Unless you’re on the battlefield

The hot sticky death that capsizes bodies

Blood and guts trickling out seducing wild animals to celebrate in glee

All that is but the frog

Wetness gleams

Belching calls with bad breath stare blankly

Death must be a frog

Green like death

Slimy like death

Disinterested like death

And like death sme...