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Whiteness

March 28, 2013
By phdrachel BRONZE, San Diego, California
phdrachel BRONZE, San Diego, California
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Gunshots and screams pierce the quiet,

Abominating peace and riots burst and scatter

The midnight air cackle & frost my face,

I pick up my pace, frightened

And with a bloody gun



The chilled air laughs as it slaps me,

I flee, wanting to be free as

Tears burn my face as they run down my cheek.

My energy drains down and

I feel so cold



I think to myself, one more step and nothing will matter anymore.

No more violence, no more hearts sore from exhaustion.

Temptation rises as my shaking legs beg me to retire

To warm pillows and blanket

But piercing memories continue to play on and on,

And I see finger shadows on concrete walls,

Skeleton-shadows of screaming voices,

All smelting into one endless chaos.

And then

Whiteness,

Ecstasy,

The flame of a new dawn;

The saturated metal fire of the apocalypse,

Burning,

Melding,

Dying day



The shard that has splintered my eye

Amplifies the screeching of children,

I think about my life, and how it seemed so perfect.

I am envious because at least Kai had a Gerda



A desire for the end,

Knowing that nothing can mend.

One quick breath,

I dive for my death.



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