The Night the Radios Went Quiet
At 11:47 every frequency went dead across the dial
no static, just pure silence like the air itself had died
I switched between the stations found nothing but that void
then one voice cut through speaking numbers cold and void of life
counting backward from a hundred with mechanical precision
each digit dropping like a stone into an endless well
and I’m frozen by my dashboard trying to comprehend
what the fuck is happening what this countdown might portend
when all the radios go quiet and one voice starts to count
when every normal station vanishes without announcement
we’re listening to terror broadcast on a frequency we can’t reject
counting down to something that we’re better off not knowing to expect
this is how the world ends with numbers in the dark
this is how fear travels through the air and finds its mark
I called my wife she’s hearing it I called my brother same
every radio in America is playing this one game
this countdown that nobody claimed that nobody explained
just numbers getting smaller getting closer to the end
of whatever this is promising whatever waits at zero
and we’re all just sitting frozen waiting for the blow
experts on the television speculating wildly
government says nothing which makes everything worse
conspiracy theories breeding faster than the counting
while the numbers keep descending ninety eighty seventy worse
Three hours now the count is down to forty-five
and nobody can stop it nobody can trace the source
every frequency hijacked by this voice that’s not alive
that sounds synthetic generated automated of course
but broadcasting from nowhere occupying every band
while we’re calculating what we should do when it hits zero
whether we should run or hide or simply understand
that whatever’s coming we can’t escape can’t fight can’t slow
thirty now and people are abandoning their cities
twenty now the highways are collapsing into chaos
ten now and I’m holding my wife wondering if this is it
if this is how humanity receives its final notice
Three… two… one…
and then just silence nothing happens nothing comes
we’re all still breathing still existing still confused about what won
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Zero