Equilibruim

Ghosts of the Holocaust

She took a step back, short shallow breaths grasping onto the tendrils of hair hanging around her face. It takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for – only minutes ago, a wild girl with death in her eyes, burnt hands desperately clawing at her face, the dirt under her nails turning into blood and filth. Red, white and black streaking her face. Red from the blood. White from the tears. Black from the ashes. The world around her burned, great waves of fury crashing upon her small, frail body. Then, the red settled down- followed by a sharp flash of white- pursued by the final tone of darkness that rested in her ears.

But the flaming boulders never ceased to rain from the sky. And it will never stop. Not until all remained was ashes and dust.