Crushed

it just came out and it's too short. neither a poem or a story.

i see the dust encrusted on your eyelids and you once elusive skin hanging over your jutted
bones. everything has fallen. not only our city, but everything in me. i have seen my family
buried under tonnes of bricks- their blood flooding at my feet. my father's skull crushed and
my mothers torso separated from her legs. i have seen this city collapse. i have seen my city
engulfed in screams of pain, screams of help, screams of death. it is decimated in the scent
of annihilation, of rotting flesh.

however, seeing you sprawled on the floor, crowded in dust
and stone. your chest was risen- in my mind this was because you were reaching for your last
breath, but i know that it was just your rib cage. your legs entrapped by brick, their surface
looked crushed into miles and miles. you blood and core slushed together.

i did not take it a long time to hit me, that is bullshit. i saw you dead. i saw you smothered
and hammered to the floor by the house you wanted to run from and i told you to wait in.