I caught the echoing of laughter with a follow of glass clashing; I had drawn my hands from my face and eyes to open.
Friends that ran through the abandoned school; desolated and furthering ruin in excess. They trailed from
levels above and floors below, as the voices from them carried in vibrations around.
Gladness, I acknowledge in a celebration of sort.
The outside and world held in things achromatic - silent and deceased.
I stepped forward without expectancy to gash the heel with an elongated, slender shard of metal;
pierced harshly and to withdraw caused a rip of chunked flesh, gouged wound that led to sight of muscle shown.
levels above and floors below, as the voices from them carried in vibrations around.
Gladness, I acknowledge in a celebration of sort.
The outside and world held in things achromatic - silent and deceased.
I stepped forward without expectancy to gash the heel with an elongated, slender shard of metal;
pierced harshly and to withdraw caused a rip of chunked flesh, gouged wound that led to sight of muscle shown.
There was no pain; obsoletion to agony.
I sought to follow the voices of them and watched brief sights of running by, doors to doors.
It led me to the entrance, the finding of my mother in it's opening
and she led me there, down the street where homes lay gone, abandoned, emptied.
I sought to follow the voices of them and watched brief sights of running by, doors to doors.
It led me to the entrance, the finding of my mother in it's opening
and she led me there, down the street where homes lay gone, abandoned, emptied.
Voices of friends swept throughout the homes, one in particular as I stop to listen.
A varia of them in mass, and I knew to approach to find them.
I turn to the assurance my mother would follow and saw she was gone, left nothing to trace.
The first level of the house laid without a door on hinges and windows burst;
A staircase shown in first step of the threshold and walked it, I had.
A varia of them in mass, and I knew to approach to find them.
I turn to the assurance my mother would follow and saw she was gone, left nothing to trace.
The first level of the house laid without a door on hinges and windows burst;
A staircase shown in first step of the threshold and walked it, I had.
We were all that was left; him and I, as I found him atop the staircase in a perfectly kept room of homing.
He stood hunched to the window and I knew he caught the sound of my steps from the stair's creeks.
Did not turn, not so much as a look to me;
I saw the flames flicker from the blackened ash that laid thick on the window's glass.
We watched the world burn - together.
He stood hunched to the window and I knew he caught the sound of my steps from the stair's creeks.
Did not turn, not so much as a look to me;
I saw the flames flicker from the blackened ash that laid thick on the window's glass.
We watched the world burn - together.