The fires dance before my eyes. The bodies move in the moonlight. Banging together, dancing together, moving like the little shadows that creep up at me when night has come and the world is alive with screams and whispering.
Glaring at the shadows that slink back to the darkness they belong to, I hear them sizzling. Sizzling with excitement they were. Excitement at the explosion ready to burst out into song. And then smoke and blood would rain down on all of them.
They rejoice.
I heard the first boom. It makes me shiver with longing just the tiniest bit. Once I used to dance, once I used to anticipate every loud noise hovering above me. But now I watch, not fearful, not amazed. Just me.
They continue on with their movements. Something beautiful yet chilling. Insanity ensues and the explosions rocket into the starless sky more and more. It is deafening. It is nullifying. But they move, they scream, they shout because they are alive.
Am I alive?
One can never answer that question. But maybe the thumping of the vessel in my chest signifies just that. But maybe the iciness of my skin signifies otherwise. The fire's motions burn my eyes. It grows ever the brighter. Heating up my frozen smile and frozen face.
My fingers twitch.
Explosion after explosion. Scream after scream. Dance after dance. Fire after fire. Laughter after laughter. I glare at the glares sent at me. Nothing makes me tick and nothing will.
The oohs and aahs in awe. Beautiful, colorful lights twirl around, making noise, making face, making air. But the air swirls around me, choking me. Poison. I could not breathe and I could feel its smoky hands grab at my throat, making me itch and scratch.
Raw.
My voice is raw and hoarse from trying to scream. But the screams are left unheard as the explosions continue on. Boom after boom. Clash after clash.
There is something new. Maybe a hope yet again. A chance. The shadows disappear and the bodies stop dancing. There is nothing left of the world. Only smoke and trash, and the wonderful smell of bodies burning.
No.
The wonderful smell of a new day.
A new life.
Glaring at the shadows that slink back to the darkness they belong to, I hear them sizzling. Sizzling with excitement they were. Excitement at the explosion ready to burst out into song. And then smoke and blood would rain down on all of them.
They rejoice.
I heard the first boom. It makes me shiver with longing just the tiniest bit. Once I used to dance, once I used to anticipate every loud noise hovering above me. But now I watch, not fearful, not amazed. Just me.
They continue on with their movements. Something beautiful yet chilling. Insanity ensues and the explosions rocket into the starless sky more and more. It is deafening. It is nullifying. But they move, they scream, they shout because they are alive.
Am I alive?
One can never answer that question. But maybe the thumping of the vessel in my chest signifies just that. But maybe the iciness of my skin signifies otherwise. The fire's motions burn my eyes. It grows ever the brighter. Heating up my frozen smile and frozen face.
My fingers twitch.
Explosion after explosion. Scream after scream. Dance after dance. Fire after fire. Laughter after laughter. I glare at the glares sent at me. Nothing makes me tick and nothing will.
The oohs and aahs in awe. Beautiful, colorful lights twirl around, making noise, making face, making air. But the air swirls around me, choking me. Poison. I could not breathe and I could feel its smoky hands grab at my throat, making me itch and scratch.
Raw.
My voice is raw and hoarse from trying to scream. But the screams are left unheard as the explosions continue on. Boom after boom. Clash after clash.
There is something new. Maybe a hope yet again. A chance. The shadows disappear and the bodies stop dancing. There is nothing left of the world. Only smoke and trash, and the wonderful smell of bodies burning.
No.
The wonderful smell of a new day.
A new life.
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