AHer fists rang out as thunder against the doors of heaven, her hands streaked with her blood and that of her friends.A5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her cries pierce the empty silence. “Haven’t I suffered enough?”
No response comes.
Battering and staining the door her hands break and she throws herself against the obstruction until she can no longer move.
"What more do you want from me?"
Blinded by pain and choked with lament she lays bleeding upon the floor.
She questions her decisions, she wonders how things could have been had she never walked this path.
Her body grows cold and the doors remain shut.
She would be with her friends again soon or so she hoped.
stardust skinnedi sit in my wheelchair, slumping so my spine curlsstardust skinned5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in on itself, forming the question mark that dictates
my life. the news is flashing on the television so rapidly
i cannot gather the energy to focus on it. silence
permeates the house, rejecting any noise that dares
disturb it -- even a cannon blast would tremble
before the oppressing quiet. my mind wanders,
standing from the chair that confines my body and
walking right out the front entrance. it tumbles
into the metropolis i yearn for, navigating its way
through the throngs of human beings who, like me,
wish to return to the sky.