The Last Party

Ran here, ran there,

They ran towards me,

Against my face,

More of them,

Rushing at me,

Couldn’t get through,

Couldn’t pass any,

Clogging my nostrils,

Blinding me,

Breathing all the black smoke,

Choking, I couldn’t see anymore,

Clashing against chests,

Trying to push me down,

Run over me,

My feet felt them everywhere,

I tripped on a leg, hand or a head,

Soon, amongst them,

More crashed on me,

Burying me suffocated,

Pressing on my eyes, my mouth and my nose,

Pitch dark, breathless, crushed, trampled,

…a ping in my ears,

And, then charred silence…

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Debaroon’2013

(I dedicate this post to the victims and their families of the 27th January’2013 Night Club fire in Santa Maria, Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil that claimed 245 young lives.

The world mourns the incident, and so does my country and me…)

 

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10 thoughts on “The Last Party

      • I read because it always offers me something. Short works with people’s time requirements in so many other things provide more for me.
        Your works provide me with a great insight of some of the ugly that is not right outside my window.

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