Beijing

Beijing,

the capital of China,

Choked with black clouds of death

Crumbling and weakened.

People buzz like bees,

Moving from place to place

Slowly dying as death wraps around their necks.

A child,

only 8 years old,

Lays in a sterile room on a sterile bed

Hacking and choking.

Here death comes from the inside.

Black clouds are there now,

They’ve come,

Forming into a long black robe and the cold curved edge of a Scythe.

She never saw it coming…

Most never do, after all death is a silent being.