Twinkles like stars from the bullets passing by,
ricocheting off the cars as the drivers die.
Into one another the bangs and the crashes,
the screams of confusion the grenade flashes.
The innocence of the moment draped in the blood bled,
everywhere I look there are more added to dead.
Frozen I laid stilled and silenced with fright,
I wouldn't move until day became night.
I survived.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2026 15:14
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Comments1
A flash exposure to a traumatic incident of fire where playing dead is the best option to survive. A lovely write of tension and anguish. Well done
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