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-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
I hope you enjoy my madness
AI is not real art!
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