gray skies burn blue with intensity..fingure tips of flame touch the grounds while im witnessing..sounds of peoples screams like background music..moved out of range of my ears..
A sudden flash and the past was perfect, the glass from the widow pan was now hurting..the surface of the floor turned pompeii gray and my palms started shaking as the bombs gave way..this place was now a tomb for the living, a breathing body bag with a few left existing. Its been minutes and my skin has sense switched.
from flesh and to the putty of death i sit synged..
Rip'd and shredded life with my last breath, my chest was palpitating and my heart rate was half steps. I sat bent at the waist from the pain....
from seein souls evacuated and leaving charcoal remains..
flames were now a part of the landscape..
their venomous tongues flicker quicker than black snakes.
the grass flakes, the ash in a mass grave that came into being from the blast of the last plane...
The line between night and day was now blurred
it seemed like the sky was black for hours.......
The towers were clouds with bricks as rain drops
that came toppling down to ground as pain throbbed.
Aimed up my head focused on a bomber with the wings of a bird and the teeth of a piranah..and it was ready to swallow us all..the flames were so bright our shadows burned to the walls
My throat sculls while breathing..i was bleeding where i used to sweat my chest teathing..Regrets fleeting i was seeing to the bone no hearts were beating then i knew i was alone .

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