Treasure Island

emerson achari


the crash


So far i traveled
all challenges faced
Yet nothing prepared me
for the sight before my eyes
The sight beyond where i lay

The cold killing
The snow blinding
Yet worst of all the screams of pain congealing

Fire it seemed
mingled with the snow
falling from the sky
onto the twisted
scraps of metal below

The further i looked
more horrible
the sight was

i lay there
for hours, it seemed
Until little by little the cries ceased
Until all but one remained
mine..

Blood spewed
and froze on the ground beside me
For cut i was
an artery
i thought

Slowly and slowly i went cold
fingers first
all else followed

A distant throb
of rotors near
The last sound i'd ever hear

Just a little turbulence the pilot had said..

Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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