As the deathly, Icey slices of the shattered glass fly towards my face, unzipping the skin…
I knew. They. Were. Here.
The cold sweat pours down my face as I search for a plan…
I can’t hear myself think!
The deafening sound of bullets showering on your cover
The yelling of young men
…and the last shrieks of the female nurses, who have now fallen
contributes to the foul smell
The foul smell of the empty shells where the souls lived.
“Fuck!”
My long hesitation on the battlefield has paid off…
O’, the exquisite beauty of the sharp pain
One glance down…to view the left shoulder
As the metal drowns into my flesh…
Harsh Rubber of their soles thuds
Thuds. Sound surrounds, me
Up
Only to see the points of those guns
Only to see the strings of life
Face. Me.
BANG!
-Sachi Ruaya
*Written within the time limit of 15 minutes (phew)
The young man had a large gash on the lateral side of his right hand,
The serous fluid drained onto the surrounding reddened area,
Appeared to have been serrated,
Beefy red meat exposed at it's center in strands,
Doctor call came and she reported, "This looks infected".
Handing the file to the physician so he could inspect it,
To her horrid surprise, somehow laughter, she injected,
He handed the file to a colleage, with a sheepish grin, it was rejected!
Again the assessment was read by another,
Bursting with laughter...it made her shudder,
Why on earth are they mocking this? What seems so funny?
And one of colleagues, stopped laughing and said, "Honey,
This is truly a serious matter, we've heard,
And your assessment is fine, except for one little word,
See when there's a wound oozing with purulent fluid draining,
To say there's pussy drainage coming from it, really distorts the meaning!!"
10:24 PM 4/27/2013 ©