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I’m alive.

I’m alive and though my head is pounding and my throat feels like I swallowed a mouthful of embers it doesn’t matter because I’m alive, I’m alive. I try to roll over and wince. I’m alive and I’m covered in burns.

My window has cracked from the heat and through it all I can see is gray. Ash and smoke smearing together and blurring earth and sky into a dense monochromatic fog. I can just make out the charred stumps of the WASHINGTON DC PENITENTIARY sign.

The window. Window cracked. Thoughts take a long time to assemble in my fire-ravaged brain. Window open.

Escape.

I haul myself up to the blackened ledge and bite my blistered lip as the concrete scrapes bloody tracks down my burned legs. Sweep the glass from the sill. Watch it fall to the ground with a gentle puff of ash. Lean forward. Let myself drop.

Fuck. The ground is hard. Legs hurt. Everything hurts. Fuck. Fuck.

tick,
there goes the sky.
Turned black by the thickining fog.

Tock,
The river's are polluted
and are swarming
with dead fish.
Floating on the surface,
like icing on a cake.

tick,
the world is getting hotter,
day by day.
Soon the icecaps will melt,
and leave nothing,
but pooling water.

tock,
there goes the stars.
they were dazzling in their beauty,
but now,
are nonexisistent,
and listless.

tick,
there goes the day

tock,
Here comes the night

tick,
there goes the light

tock,
here comes the dark,

tick, tock,
tick.
tock.
there goes the world...

I have to wait all day.
Seconds feel like hours.
Hours feel like thousand miles away.
Why should I keep on waiting,
for something that might never arrive?

I have to wait another day.
Now seconds feel like miles away.
I want to know what I'm waiting for.
I want to know the reason of my despair.
May be that day will come,
but it is still million light years away.

Jennah

I'm sitting on my heels
In the library
Again
Looking through
The science fiction
And trying to decide between
Computers and aliens,
Aliens in the future,
Future computers,
Or
One book with all three.

A pair of
Denim
Flip-flops
Appear
Beside me
And I
Look up,
Startled.
I haven't
Talked to her
For
A couple weeks now.
But I know those
Denim flip-flops