Inside, 116
Our feet
In unison
Tap the ground below us as we
Step towards the crack
Between the blinding french windows
I let my fingers approach the small opening
Sliding between the glass doors
Leading to utopia
Or hell
I grasp the wooden frame
Pulling back slightly
She lets out a small gasp
And almost abruptly pulls my hand away
From the door
I look back
Watching her silent tears fall
My arm aches as her nails dig deeper into it
Creating small red smudes interspersed
Atop my torn white jacket
Placing my hand over her's
I tell her to calm down
She doesn't
She slowly backs away from me
And trips
I catch her sleeve
Pulling her back up and into my arms
She pushes away
And takes a few steps forwards
I watch her frightened face turn back to mine
Before she runs up and swings the
Doors open
Together we stand
Entangled in a browning cloud of suffocating
Dirt
YOU ARE READING
MUTE
Science FictionPlagued by the knowledge of a fallen past, #239 feels an inexplainable need to tell everyone of the world above. along with #239, #116's family has been passing down stories of a world above with technologies and opportunities beyond imagination...
