She wouldn't have wanted this

she never could have

conceived of it.

A dead man stands underneath

the ruins of a tormented city.

Another creeps closer

a flicker of light in his hand.

Face like a skull

poison the air.

No one lived

except him.

A family that survived intact

a child's hands -

outstretched for a bar of chocolate

love in a warm, soft home.

Rage in the cold, bitter dark.

A child's eyes, glistening with adoration.

A child's eyes, flames spurting through

the empty sockets.

The knife flashes Red.