A World of Embers and a Sky of Ash

By , Oreland, PA
Crunch.
His boots hit the ground.
It is like a sea of red.
Red and Khaki.
Red and Black.
Red and Screams.
He grips his gun.
Aim.
Fire.
Miss.
He falls, into his new world.
A sea of red.
A city of screams.





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