It was so beautiful from here.
A shifting, pulsing glow,
Like an indecisive sunrise.
A shifting, pulsing glow,
Like an indecisive sunrise.
The horizon was painted orange,
The colors growing and fading.
Each burst accompanied by a muffled THOOM.
They remind me of fireworks.
I wonder.
What did it look like to them?
What are things like on the inside?
A shrill whistle.
A panicked run.
An concussive shockwave.
Storms of fire and metal,
Like volcanoes born before you.
Hell is punching up through the Earth.
All you can do is keep running.
Keep moving, and hope luck holds.
Like running through a blizzard,
Trying to dodge snowflakes.
Except these drops don’t melt on your coat.
I’m too far away to hear the cries.
Too far away to see the blood.
Too far to feel the boneshaking impacts.
All I see are pretty fireworks.