Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Memory Piece


Smoke stung my eyes
and clouded my lungs
plaster pushing down on my ankle
Will I live?
it felt like Hercules couldn't lift it off me 
the fire was red hot and only coming closer
images of my burned belongings forever stained my eyelids
my life flashing before me,
was this my end?
only 10 years old,
everything ahead of me would be killed with me,
everything I've ever known was already being swallowed by flames,
I mean I would die eventually anyways,
whats a few years less time?


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