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I did not know
Eddie Justice,
but I know his ghost. I
know his last words,
caught in a tangled web
of cyberspace.
"He's coming," he said.
"I'm gonna die," he said.
And he did.
Part Two - Inertia
It started
out cold.
A shard of ice
in my chest,
a tiny piece of
winter that will not
thaw,
that soaked into my veins and spread,
like a disease,
to every
limb.
A spot of death, that settled
in my belly,
and reminded me the
price of freedom.
And I am strong.
I am made of stone, with
iron spine,
but I am
weak
in the face of this horror.
I am weak,
crushed to rubble from the weight,
for even stone will
crack
when faced with endless winter.
(Cont.)
Part Three - Reprise
It is too soon
to invoke their names - too soon, and far, far
too late.