it’s death day

a special day.

a morning, afternoon, and evening that belongs to those of the dead.

every year, the air is tense and the clouds are dark. people around are drenched in fear.

they don’t want to be next.

the dead choose carefully, ones with the darkest future.

but today, on this death day, im certain.

the only light is from the sun peaking through the blinds, which isn’t often.

i know death is calling me.

i pick up the phone.