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The Sound of Misery
In an instant, smoke barrels from the front door
and through cracks in the windows.
I listen, no sirens.
Dark figures slowly emerge from their houses
as if they have something to give.
All they give, however, are their eyes,
which see everything I already have.
I hear screams.
Screams I want to stop,
but only escalate to piercing.
Before I know it, I’m sprinting,
dashing into the blazing beast.
My shouts echo throughout the house, but they don’t compare to his.
When I reach his bedroom,
the brightness of the light is so blinding,
I turn away.
The heat so excruciating;
his shrieks, unbearable.
Suddenly my breathing halts.
My vision blurs. My hearing ceases.
I run, leaving my brother for the second time.
And as I’m assuaged by fresh air,
he is devoured by the thick, suffocating smoke.
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