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My apartment was cold. The streets were dark and the clouds were thundering. " How could this day get any better," I said out loud to nobody in particular. The carpeting on my apartment was moldy and grimy. It's array of contents included spilled cranberry juices, potato chips from who nows were, and granola bar flakes.

The sirens were bellowing like babies crying over and over again. But I wasn't going to be a baby, not anymore. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I recalled the incident, clear as snow. Tears were flooding my eyesight as I was tying my black shoes. "Never again, never again" I fiercely thought to myself as I was clenching my teeth together.

I realized I was clenching my fists. Ever last bit of enthusiasm, hope, all fled my mind and were all replaced with revenge, bitterness, and grimness. The reality of life broke the imaginary dam in my mind and fled into every bone.

"Never again".

The light shrunken down
Lost faces blocking off thought
Is the cold hard truth

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