The fires rose
Spewing up
Out into the black


The burning fallout
creating swarms
in the screaming wind


Starving birds
lingered on the
dead limbs of trees
amongst the remains


Trapped on both sides
by thin, long figures
cloaked and skeletal
There was only one way
and whatever it was
it glowed and radiated
with flashes of red


Carrying only a gentle flame
past emaciated cadavers
of varying size
huddled and clutching eachother
He went on


And when he finally saw it
he trembled
As urine soaked through his rags
and onto the dusty floor


And then it engulfed him.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s