• There was panic.

    I remember that.

    It was in my heart, pounding up into my ears.

    There was panic that day.

    That day on the edge of the cliff.

    You remember?

    We both stood there, looking over at the end of the earth.
    As the water fell into the void of space.

    Standing there looking at the great Atlas holding up his shoulders.

    I remember…
    Even if you don’t.

    That was a day that my whole world turned upside down and then right back up again.

    Everything was different.

    The streets were rampant with sex and carnal desires.

    Ghosts ran the government from behind gleaming white cages.

    Masked men ran everywhere, holding up shields that covered their entire bodies and threw bombs that made eyes water.

    They hosed down men and women that had nothing more than paper to defend themselves.

    With the strength un-human to everyone but Him, they picked up the street and hurled it into the masked men.

    There was chaos in the streets, like what I’ve seen in the fields of the dead.

    Bullets whistled past my ear.

    The ringing still there.
    Never leaving my mind.

    Children cried and huddled in the corners and were as savages in the days of the first man.
    They held fear in their eyes like I held my bile in my throat.

    I saw, a flash before my eyes, your lovely face.
    Something I left behind.

    I remember that panic I felt.
    Rising from my heart to my throat.

    Racing through my veins, charging my whole body with this adrenaline I haven’t felt since I returned.
    Returned to a world that changed and left me behind.

    Dilated eyes see, men with guns coming towards me.
    Through a misty jungle, that the sun hasn’t broken through.

    I get down on my knees, to hide behind a fern.

    Before my eyes it shifts into a giant with war paint on his face.
    A rifle in hand.

    “GET DOWN!!!!!”

    I charge the man.

    My eyes widen, dilation fading.

    I see those masked men, blood on the butt of their guns.
    My blood.

    I hit the ground with a thud that shakes the ground, echoing through my ears.

    I remember the panic well.

    That day that I stood on the edge of the cliff.

    ~End~


    © December 20, 2009