Monday, January 13, 2014

terminal


All it takes is a calculated step, just a few seconds before a whistle and the screech of steel on steel. The element of surprise, the brief moment of disbelief, will not be mine. I try to think of the blood, the ribbons of flesh and shards of bone, but all I could think of was liquid air as think as ink. I could feel concrete beneath my shoes, throbbing with the threat of pavement, roads that lead to home.

One day, I thought, I promised, I will be brave. 

1 comment:

ןıuǝ oɟ ɟןıƃɥʇ said...

the bravery happens every day since you choose every day.

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