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Rated: ASR · Prose · Death · #2266005
A prose poem I wrote for a local contest with the open theme of "sprawl"


Sprawled Still

I can no longer see the mist linger from their mouths. As I see their bodies sprawled across the cold white nothing, I freeze. Not the kind of frozen that comes from the ice biting my fingers and nose. A stillness, centered in on despair. I feel stuck, unable to move from a coming threat, like a fly in the spider's web. Weapons of destruction lay dormant in red soaked white. The area that was flushed with explosions and screams now lies ever quiet. Back then not even the darkness could silence us, but now only I can murmur even a whisper.

More of it falls over my friends, spread around yet so still. I mumble prayers for their burial. The pain on my lips slurred my words. The emptiness in my emotions slurred my meaning. The frost spreads to my heart, leaving me even more frozen inside. Slowly raising the barrel to my skull, can I move faster than the cold white nothing? Will we ever be found, our memories preserved? Our remains remembered? I can feel the numbness shaking on the trigger. Only the warmth of the sparking gunpowder can free my frigid mind.







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