Thank you, Dave, for the invitation to find some poetry. I took a page from Kate Quinn's The Alice Network. I found two poems on two different pages, but this is the one I decided to share.
That seemed to be the end.
I laid my head back,
the moon slid over the window--
I blinked.
My face
managed to
gather
the raw shocking night.
It was real--
just true horror,
but I didn't have any more tears.
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