A star burnt up the night
and spread this wicked blight.
Its cloud smothered the sky
and caused so much to die.
And here, what hangs so still,
these drifting flakes which fill
the air about our heads
in long and ghostly threads
that fallen star has shed.
You breathe it and you’re dead.
Author’s Note: Learning about asbestos and kept thinking how weird it would be if given a bit of a fantasy twist. What if an asbestos meteor just fell from the sky and rained cancer on everyone? Happy thoughts.
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