Red Spray Can

Memories plagued my dreams and my waking hours. Memories of a not so distant past, that I wished dearly to forget. Every time I closed my eyes, those disastrous images flooded my mind. Red. Red everywhere. Sticky and dripping. Running down the giant walls of that giant’s home. Red red red. All over me, all over everything. Everywhere. A horrid reminder of what once was, and what will never be again.

Faces, voices, laughter and smiles. Lost forever. Then I recalled how they were lost, and my rage boiled furiously. Just as the winds did that day. I remembered how we were all shaken about. Flying through the air as our entire world, our home was being destroyed by the giants. Their greed and selfishness. As if they didn’t know that we even existed. The winds howling and our world getting warmer, and the air thicker until no one could breathe. Our movements becoming sluggish as though desperately running through water. Red. Red everywhere. Until a hole ripped through the atmosphere and everything was sucked out and thrown against hard surfaces, no mercy present.

Red. Red everywhere.