After
Fleeting moments
Flashing. Again and again.
Blue, red, white. Bright… bright.
Moving. Shadows across the light.
Flashing. Around… around.
Blue, red, white.
Metalic. Salty. Warm.
Wrong… wrong.
It shouldn’t be there.
Inhale. Aching, long.
Metallic air, wet and sticky.
Grit against teeth.
Wrong… wrong…
Ringing. Loud and constant.
Voices shouting.
Screaming. Screaming.
Boots on asphalt.
Whispered prayers.
Ringing. Drowning out the rest.
Loud Ringing.
Burning. Somewhere burning.
Metalic scent. Below the smoke.
Blood and liquor, harsh and acrid.
Sweat and bowels. Foul… Foul…
Nothing.
Absence.
Pain. Crushing, burning, absolute.
A hand in mine. A gentle squeeze.
Crushing, burning, wracking coughs that taste of blood.
Darkness.
Tasteless.
Scentless.
Silence.
Senseless.
A hand in mine. Peaceful moment.
Flashing… nothing.
About the Creator
Alexander McEvoy
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
I hope you enjoy what you read and I can't wait to see your creations :)
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
Comments (12)
Oh my... Wow, great poem, Alex. Stunningly tragic. I adore the impressionistic approach. 👏🏻👏🏻
Word imagery excellence!
There is so much to say, but just no words 💔
Oh wow. That was powerful.
The hand in yours, very moving
Wow!❤️
Impressively descriptive and melancholy!!! Left some love!!!♥️♥️💕
Wow, this was an astounding poem. I could feel every emotion seeping through. Marvellous
Describes the moments of trauma, accident or otherwise in exceptional way. Hearted and subscribed ♥️
Alex, this was such a tense and heart palpitating piece! Your descriptive language pulled the reader on to the scene with the narrator, and the intensity only grew until the end. When I interpreted that the narrator might have passed on from their injuries..? The repetitive language was really impactful in helping build the tension and creating the atmosphere of disbelief/ foreboding. Great work Alex!
Did you die 😮
Stunning how you captured the ephemeral moments between an accident and its consequences. Such a great take on the challenge!