(no subject)
(Perfect clarity. Frightening clarity.
I stood in a wasteland. It was)
A ruin.
A graveyard.
A battlefield.
Colossal monuments of steel all around; fallen, twisted up, tangled up in each other under a thick blanket of snow til it is impossible to tell where one stops and another begins.
No bodies.
(It was as if some cruel god had been blinded with envy -- furious envy-- and cast them down.
Imprisoned them in the past forever.
I was in the depths of the wreckage, but the totality of the devastation was nothing compared to the feeling that the worst was yet to come.)
Despair, thick and choking, comes over the lone figure, and she hides her face in her hands and sinks to her knees.