Still needs work...but im bored and would like to post it for now
Subsiding Heart
Running fearlessly away, as they fire aimlessly. Bullets hum past, as a smirk creeps over his face. One strikes his leg and it rips past the skin and tissue, right through the muscle and splits the bone. His leg collapses and without control of his body falls face first kicking up dirt as his legs tumble over his head. Sharp pain moves up his leg, like a knife being continuously driven to the bone over and over again. Eyes shut, darkness, then focus brought a gun to his chest and a foot on his forehead. One last noise of a load explosion, at the same time a cough of blood mists the surroundings. Instant reaction of grabbing his sweltering chest and pressure applied as the most indescribable pain known submerges his twisted nerves. A constant ringing drowns out the rest of the noise, as a fading image brings red filled hands and a gushing chest into view. A awkwardness of feeling scared approaches as he jumps out of bed, looking around frantically, breathing like he had lived half the life he lead under water. Then chills stand up the hair on his neck and back, as his body tingles, and a sigh of relief brings a smile and laughter to hide embarrassment of his own reaction from his conscience; shaking his head as he walks up the stairs and proceeds out the door. And immediately the brisk breeze gives off a slight shock and with a deep breathe that slides over his throat brings chills, sending a numbing sensation throughout his body, and with a shiver he stares off into the unforgiving morning fog. Not able to see 30 yards in front of him he takes a seat on the top stair looking at his watch to see that it’s only 6 A.M. when he remembers what had just happened, and continues to smile and shake his head at himself in humiliation trying to recall ever last detail. When like an asthma attack, it hits him with a blow, that he’s not a happy man, living in this unforgiving world. You come to mind and shortness of breath, and discomfort approaches. You are no longer here for him and he is alone in this dreaded world. Along with the shortness of breath, vision fades and a familiar indescribable pain moves up from his stomach and into his chest. As a natural reaction, to easy the pain he grabs his chest. Clouded uneven vision like looking at the world with your eyes half submerged into water is all that is left when he looks down to find red filled hands and a gushing chest. Wheezing from seized lungs fill the near surrounding, as his finger tips wander a bleeding chest afraid of what they might find. His nerves send a message to his brain describing the texture of torn skin; then they find there way down deep under the skin, grazing the bone as they pass by. Then nothing, but sub zero temperatures freeze his finger tips, as they fail to find a warm comforting heart. The unbearable temperatures travel up his hand freezing the blood in its path, as one drip strays from the rest, and on its way down discolors, falls to his foot, and splashes moistening its destination of salty water. Then another rolls carelessly down his cheek and off the side of his chin, followed by several more trying to free his vision of God’s lonely water. No sign of red, as he grabs his head in disbelief that you’ve left him here alone and took his heart with you. He lies back wishing he had not awoken from such a dream to this nightmare of life.