Sunday, May 5, 2013
Faceless. Two green discs where eyes should be.
Shapeless. Black radiation suits shimmering in the firelight.
Heartless. Torching prisoners till they’re ash.
I’m pinned to the ground. Hot dirt scalding my cheek.
Human charcoal in my ear.
They’ve got my brother.
They press a blowtorch against his head.
My captor holds me tighter, forcing me to watch.
Then a hundred voices scream. Blue against the fire.
Bullets rain. My captor’s eyes go black.
And I’m running for my brother.
Bullets hiss around me. They know not who to strike.
Searing red
Knees buckle.
I’ve caught some metal in my chest.
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