Love, Death

16. fire

someone sets fire to us

we cannot escape

bound to all the bodies

the decay

in this makeshift hospital

i can see into the future

thousands of years from now

there will be tall buildings with

the power

to heal

but

right now

we rely on witchcraft

and that is not enough

that is why

we are

dying

they hadn't a choice

but to let their people go

we should not have latched on

to these poor souls

i wish we had been born

with the choice

to say no

i do not want to go

i do not want to go

i do not want to go

not like this

but it is warm

i have not felt anything

in years

i am glad

that we are dying this way

the flames envelop us

i believe that this will be the last time

that i close my eyes

these eyes

for good

or

perhaps

will i be spared?

will something birth me?

again?

please?