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The Sight
Bodies skewered on stakes
Some completely burned to ash
Heads in one place,
Arms in another.
Children everywhere
Their flesh rotting,
Teeth missing,
Fingers cut..
Some with both eyes
Others with none.
Wire around their tiny throats,
Leaving deep imprints
And a mess of skin mixed with dirt.
One child,
A boy.
Eyes still open
So black they shine
But look beyond...
You see they were brown once
Then they faded into darkness.
Forever staring at nothing
A girl kneels beside him.
Then the shaking
As she violently erupts into tremors
Trying to force him awake..
Her tears cascade down her face
Making drops in the dirt
Then puddles..
And rivers..
And lakes.
Finally an entire ocean
Until she eventually drowns.
Some completely burned to ash
Heads in one place,
Arms in another.
Children everywhere
Their flesh rotting,
Teeth missing,
Fingers cut..
Some with both eyes
Others with none.
Wire around their tiny throats,
Leaving deep imprints
And a mess of skin mixed with dirt.
One child,
A boy.
Eyes still open
So black they shine
But look beyond...
You see they were brown once
Then they faded into darkness.
Forever staring at nothing
A girl kneels beside him.
Then the shaking
As she violently erupts into tremors
Trying to force him awake..
Her tears cascade down her face
Making drops in the dirt
Then puddles..
And rivers..
And lakes.
Finally an entire ocean
Until she eventually drowns.
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