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The Fog

Photo by Katie Moum on Unsplash

The fog comes in,

the morning,

moving in off,

the lake.

It flows through,

the town,

not all at once,

but long tendrils,

ghostly white,

like death’s own hand.

The fog moves in,

and before long,

you can’t see anything,

surrounded in a white haze.

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Matthew Donnellon

Matthew Donnellon

Matthew Donnellon is a writer, artist, and sit down comedian. He is the author of The Curious Case of Emma Lee and Other Stories.

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