dream | backdated
It's dark, but the flames burn bright, lighting the scene haphazardly with their flickering orange light, casting shadows that move unnervingly.
The smell of the burning, of the smoke, is strong, and it stings the small boy's eyes. [Your eyes.] Makes things hazy, blurry. [Or maybe that's because it's a dream.]
The small village is crumbling down around him.
Corpses lie everywhere, and even though he can't see any of their faces [you can't make them out] he knows they aren't who he's looking for. [Why can't you find him? He was there just a minute ago.]
More bodies, more fire, it's all turning into a blur and maybe he's going in circles now, and his heart is pounding [it feels like it's about to burst through your chest, it's all you can hear over the crackling of the flames] and he's looking for him everywhere, getting more and more desperate [you can't get over this sense of dread, because somehow you know that when you finally find him--]
He keeps looking.
The smell of the burning, of the smoke, is strong, and it stings the small boy's eyes. [Your eyes.] Makes things hazy, blurry. [Or maybe that's because it's a dream.]
The small village is crumbling down around him.
Corpses lie everywhere, and even though he can't see any of their faces [you can't make them out] he knows they aren't who he's looking for. [Why can't you find him? He was there just a minute ago.]
More bodies, more fire, it's all turning into a blur and maybe he's going in circles now, and his heart is pounding [it feels like it's about to burst through your chest, it's all you can hear over the crackling of the flames] and he's looking for him everywhere, getting more and more desperate [you can't get over this sense of dread, because somehow you know that when you finally find him--]
He keeps looking.