They Marched In

One.
Small and weak.

Shuffling behind
Follows
Two.
A little stronger. 

By three they
Are chased.
Then four.
Five.

Countless more.

Growing in speed.
And impact.

Until.
An avalanche
Flows and crashes down.

Fierce.
Unrelenting.
There is no escape.

And I am buried.

By my own
Memories.

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