Faceless.
Two green discs where eyes should be.
Shapeless. Black radiation suits shimmering in the
firelight.
Heartless. Torching prisoners till they’re ash.
I’m pinned
to the ground. Hot dirt scalding my cheek.
Human charcoal
in my ear.
They’ve got my brother.
They press a blowtorch against his head.
My captor
holds me tighter, forcing me to watch.
Then a
hundred voices scream. Blue against the fire.
Bullets rain.
My captor’s eyes go black.
And I’m running for my brother.
Bullets hiss
around me. They know not who to strike.
Searing red
Knees buckle.
I’ve caught
some metal in my chest.
the use of color hear is perfect (especially the blue screams), also the last line.
ReplyDeleteyou do such a good job of keeping the reader hooked, of giving enough information to each drabble or it to be interesting, but holding enough back to keep us wondering. well done.
What Sara said..
ReplyDeleteThese really are incredible..
"I've caught some metal in my chest." So good.
ReplyDelete