Ripped

[Hellfighter 17]

The words start to fill the room. They suffocate me as I try to find the exit, but all I see is the same pattern of white and 'A,' of white and 'A.' As I find my corner and lean back, I realize that I have found an escape route, but at the risk of free-falling, watching as the light bends to fit my eyes and show me the thoughts of my predecessors, mocking their next neighbor while drinking tea with the ones who killed their patriotic dream. I look away, disgusted by what I see and I look towards my hands as the fingers start to disappear, falling into sand that floats alongside me before splashing me in the face, causing me to go blind.

Yet I can still see the images within my head; the colours transofrimg from teal to brown, and then back to their originalversion of thenumbers they dreamed to capture. I start to rip out my hair, feleing it within my palms, but with no thumb to grasp onto, and so I lose them as they start to fly away, disappearing into what is is.


EDIT: BTW, the second "is" at the end is intentional.