the emptiness inside shells

by sparkling whine

This could be the end of everything.

the emptiness inside shells

You weep. You weep because it is foreign, you weep because it is over, you weep because you don't know what else to do.

You have known fighting and you have known loss. You've swallowed death and felt the barbed aftertaste in your throat. You ignore it and carry onward. You carry onward, you carry onward, you carry onward. You know not to look back.

You are scared. It is quiet. The doors are locked.

You do not feel safe.

You cannot hide.

You don't remember – you don't know – anything else.

You only know fear.

Eyes. Green eyes. Piercing. Bright. Gone…

Bodies. So many bodies. Crouching figures standing, hunched, over the corpses. Shaking. Crying out to the emptiness inside shells.

You do not look back.

You do not look back towards the Green of the flashes or the Green of her eyes.

You cannot look back.