Challenge
Dead Again
Dead Again is the title of a 1991 movie that I loved. Popped in my head today and thought it might a good prompt. I hope you think so, too. Poetry or prose.
Blood, Iron
I lay
in the pile of rubble
The cold air tainting my warm skin
as I watch the world above me
Crumbling.
Sharp metals stab into my back
My limbs grow numb and limp
I turn my head to look to my side
Blood
runs down
Tracing my forehead
Pooling into my eyes
The familiar taste of
Iron.
My eyes follow along my broken arm
The joint bent out of place
My hand is covered in dark gray
My fingernails soaked in red.
As my vision blurs
And the blood stops running
I realize now that
I am once again
Dead.
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