Senses
Dead and dismembered bodies all around me
The burning of flesh that makes my skin crawl
Screams that would break one's soul in two
Bones breaking and the earth shaking from yet more destruction
Blood as it drips from a wound on my head, into my eyes, and finally comes to
rest on my lips
Why would someone wish this hell on another?
Copyright © Zainab Allen | Year Posted 2008
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