Sparks
Running down the passage, carrying the bombs to blow that place to hell, Skinner watched the falling sparks.
"I didn't know you were such a bare faced liar..."
Setting the timer, he dropped the explosives under a pipe, and pushed them away.
Sparks, bits of fire, rained down, singing themselves into his skin.
"All this time, pretending you weren't a hero."
The falling sparks showed his outline in brightly burning oranges and yellows.
Sparks that were felt long after they fell.
Sparks. Bits of fire, burning themselves into the skin, to be remembered.
Some kinds more painful than others.
***
Hoped you liked this, if you didn't please tell me why. Isn't math class a great place for inspiration to hit? 'No, Mr. J, this isn't a note to a friend. I really am taking notes.'
Ok, so maybe not the best place, but inspiration in one of those things you cannot control.
I own nothing. ~^
Running down the passage, carrying the bombs to blow that place to hell, Skinner watched the falling sparks.
"I didn't know you were such a bare faced liar..."
Setting the timer, he dropped the explosives under a pipe, and pushed them away.
Sparks, bits of fire, rained down, singing themselves into his skin.
"All this time, pretending you weren't a hero."
The falling sparks showed his outline in brightly burning oranges and yellows.
Sparks that were felt long after they fell.
Sparks. Bits of fire, burning themselves into the skin, to be remembered.
Some kinds more painful than others.
***
Hoped you liked this, if you didn't please tell me why. Isn't math class a great place for inspiration to hit? 'No, Mr. J, this isn't a note to a friend. I really am taking notes.'
Ok, so maybe not the best place, but inspiration in one of those things you cannot control.
I own nothing. ~^