I hear it in on the news;
it shock-sears my mind.
I am flash burned.
All over already,
dead and cold,
ashes all, might as well be.
Cool, clammy skin.
Breaths rapid and shallow,
A pricking pressure flickers in my neck.
Like blood from the jugular of a slaughtered pig,
energy spurts, drains from me.
Dizzy spins.
Lie down, close eyes.
No! It cannot be.
Unacceptable, unbearable.
The pain would be too great.
I would rather be dead than
admit it into consciousness.
Oh, please! Let me be numb and dumb.
Leave me be and let me block it out.
If I don’t see it, don’t feel it,
I’ll be alright.