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Streaks through the sky.
Screams fill the air.
Scour the planet;
You lie alone and think:
Before, it had no meaning.
Now it makes sense.
To be truly alone, you must hear nothing.
Nothing except the sound of your own breathing.
Days pass to weeks and weeks pass to months.
Years go by.
You don't know how you're still alive.
You are hungry, lonely.
Nothing, no one.
You guess that with your people,
Death died too.
How could this happen?
You don't know.
You don't think you will ever know.
You stand up.
You look around.
Familiar, yet so
You look to the sky.
The sun is shining.
It has been since that day.
You feel something.
You know what is going to happen.
It happens at least once a week now.
With this barren planet came mountains,
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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