b. anablephobia - between the buried and me

Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and cups of
gasoline. "Tonight is our death." The clowns then begin to slash each
other...the skies open up, the flames pour in...the world watched in awe.
MESMERIZED. The populations soon follow the clown's lead. Death is in
the air. The three adults once again start talking...they ask questions
of faith and love. "We shall live past these days, rid of all we've
done." I see what they mean now...but the wretched smell has overcome...I
am gone...THE BABY BORN WITH THE END OF THE WORLD...Awake...
The five of us haven't spoken in hours. Sitting alone to our own
thoughts. Only we will know what strange things boredom has created.