Suicide Bomber

Wrong place wrong time big crowd in the market square demonstrators milling heavy atmosphere tourists exit coach I kind of see a flash feel a thud am covered in the blood of a child suicide bomber mixed with flesh and blood of fifty others as I stumble to my feet and much later I wonder what must the suicide bomber feel when they detonate the explosion tears them apart so fast yet in that instant when your body mass explodes you must feel just some of that utter violence.