Escapril day twenty (prompt: stranger than fiction)

Air slips 
away as he tries to
scream but,
he was never heard in the first place. 
It is a quiet night 
sleep never arrives expectedly
nor does never-waking-up-again  

Thousands march masked in May 
and only hundreds in September 
maybe we have learned that quiet isn’t peace? 

Yet still…

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