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The dawn, frigid, unforgiving, it came in the bunks. Bombs and screams, shrill and erie shrouded ears. And my own scream ran away. This scream, a scream of revival. The scream of thick silver substance. Blood of a star. Blood of a warrior. My blood.

There was a rush of nothingness and faces. Now it is time. A time with laughter. And the greatest miracle of all. A time where life sprang eternal. A time when every move of my knee wouldn’t remind me of my service. Service that I would be proud of. If I Lived.

A red blanket sprawled on the black nothingness under my feet. No, not the color of human blood. The color of Elenors lips. Elenor. Warmth spread through my body

Food sprawled on the blanket. Food that Elenor made. My hand moved my body was not in control in this imagery. When my hand moved it felt like it was moving through thick jello. Out of my pocket, I pulled out a box. I knew this scene.

“Will you marry me?”

A new scene danced into view. My daughter. Oh my god. My daughter. What would happen if I were to…? I saw her face as a little five-year-old. Then I saw a scene I realized I would never see. White river of fabric. The mouthpiece of God. I Do. If I Lived.

A lake of extreme fear broke the dam of my heart. In the innocence of youth that innocence was broken by necessity. A simple children’s rhyme of the coloring of our kind. Blue is new. Yellow is mellow. White is alright. Red. Red is. Red is dead.

Soon death was to be mine and I, his. Death. Death. Death. The thing that never is full. A strange man came into my vision. A black suit. Black eyes. Black hair. Black. Cold. Love.

“I’m due to pick up a Mr. Capricorn”

“That would be me, sir”

“Come here 2 minutes after 12 Mr. Capricorn don’t be late.”

“Where is here?”

“I don’t know Mr.Capricorn, here is where you want to be.”

“Where will you take me?”

“You know the answer to that Mr.Capricorn”

“What about-”

“They will be fine Mr. Capricorn”

“How do you know?”

“I’m not due to pick them up”

A gasp.

The nothingness dissolved.

A figure of time on the edge of the table.


“Quick send a note to my family”


“Tell Elenor I love her”


“Tell my daughter that I will walk her down the aisle”


“Tell them to stay away from the man in the black suit”


Author Notes: This is a little messy, it's my first stab at a poem that's not about love and I think it turned into a story (thanks to tayloremilyadaros for pointing that out!) ;)

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27 Feb, 2020
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