Pleas of Futility

Burned At The Stake

December 1, 2023 9:50am - 10:00am

I stare into the eyes of the lives that I have saved and watch as tears form and they redden. A protector, they mourn, an enemy they've gained.

There's no words left inside my chest, no words that I can breathe to bear witness to my grief— grief, that doesn't even belong to me.

And my saves have now become losses, and my losses defeats; and they pile up like quicksand designed specifically to drown me.

And the match is struck, a traitor, tied up, and finally there is calm; finally there is quiet. People have been killed for less.

It is their turn for retribution. Their time to be saved. 
(That is what is means to betray the ones you love)