The burning light

The begginning

The breeze was strong as was the fear of losing life. The imagination could only spread so far until the reality hits and experience that there are monsters all around, posed to be safe. Blood streams from the cuts on your arm as you race to get away from them. There are only so many places to hide until yourself catches up. Those with such words tend to trick you until they can feed upon your bruised self. There lying on the ground is a cold, shivering body, trying to gasp for air as the breath paces fast to just stop. It is over. The war is gone. As are you. Now lies a body, head facing towards the emptiness of life. The monsters whisper, "how shall we entertain ourselves now that our toy is broken?" But as they speak to each other, the bugs start to nibble their ways into the skin. Skin chafed as tears are still present. A small smirk still set aside. The pattern of the skin is willow and thinned to the body. Eyes, once blue, have turned gray. The lungs filled with smoke, and livers filled with alcohol. There, a failed death still ends eventually, as drowning could have been the answer so was a bullet from the thimble of the head to the start of it all. The brain, now filled with maggots, shall be finally released from its torture. The lies and spells of which had gotten people hurt, is now a thing of the past. The wind grows stronger while the body starts to roll. Trees are hit and eventually, it stops. In the yard of a small family in a small town, lies me...