His Hands

Drawing long, rattling breaths

A jolt of dread in freezing air.

Lights popped in two

Landing hard on his hands

Eyes watering with pain,

His hands feeling frantic,

Blundering.

Stumbling...

Footsteps creeping behind him

His hands, desperate for relief

His hand...

Had ignited

And his stomach turned over...

Author Notes: My first blackout poemmm!! soo- lemme know how i did :') I'll admit.. it is a bit weirddd....... but it was so fun to make

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