I lie in my empty bed.
memories flooding my empty head.
painful memories
of blood and something sinister,
but I shut that out.
...
that doesn't work...
so, I give them new names
to make it a little more barrable.
A sliver of the color sliver
coated my souls vessel.
tic-tacs of all types come to see the commotion.
clear tic-tacs and red tic-tacs for a crowd.
The red tic-tacs form a rampage
flooding the streets out side the blue tunnels they reside in.
they move out.
My head floating in the clouds which I suspect has to due with the red and clear tic-tacs leaving my body at an unusual rate.
F*cking traitors ...
the auto piolet in my brain starts to panic as the air ship he controls starts to nose dive.
she starts to try and rectify the situation. A few close calls but she starts to get it to fly again.
she watched carefully for a while, then goes on to comfort the scared passengers on board.
red tic-tacs line like dead bodies across the plains of my soul vessel.
I may have won this battle, but the war isn't over yet.
the sliver of silver retreats for now and im abandoned by a few more red tic-tacs as i wait for the last hoard to come through.
the soldiers I have lost red and clear and so beautifully me, will be mourned. their families will greave as new red tic-tacs are made to replace but not forget the ones i have already lost.
©danicross
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