I was suffocating in the crush, with ribs pressed together much closer than anatomical design should allow. Any kind of oxygen is welcomed as paradise turns to hell.
So many people, down on their knees. Praying for chaos and destruction to rip apart the non existent spaces in between our closing heart beats. Begging for tears of the sky to wash us down and the cool breeze of a kiss blown goodbye to rush in between us and become absorbed by our lungs, filling in the recesses we have failed to leave.
No matter where I stand, a hole in the ground opens up around me and I’m left dashing for safety, watch as others tumble and fall to the darkness of what lies beneath the subterranean.
I’m adrenaline rushing through the crowd of faces with bared teeth, while the ground rumbles with it’s true intent. The cracks are licking the backs of my heels as a voice from heaven commands that we tear holes in the ground to unleash what we all fear.
As they throw their fists up, they force the sweat from their knuckles into the sky. White clouds turn to storm as they are filled with salt and moisture. They rain down acidic hatred on us. Our clothes burn and wear off our bodies. I am naked under bare bulb exposure.
The pain buckets down and as the ground falls and the heavens shriek, we only ask for more.
(Source: mister-selfdestruct)
