ɨɱ ɑɭɨʋɛ
Refugee
I was walking away. I was walking through the gently rippling grass. The only sound was the noise of my bare feet crunching the tall, dying stalks beneath me. A breeze chilled my skin as it flowed around me. The moon was high above. The stars winked at me as if I knew what I was supposed to do next. I had to fight back the urge to sprint away from the all-knowing sky.
“Turn back around.” The spoken words were loud and clear as if the man was standing next to me. I turned around in a circle desperately trying to find the source of the voice.
“Don’t look.” It was directly behind me. I sighed softly and dropped to the hard ground. My delicate marionette stings had been cut.
“Are you guilty for what you’ve done?” My eyes watered and stung as I was crushed by the overwhelming gravity.
“You should be.” A whine escaped from my lips. It felt like the words were striking me.
I couldn’t take looking forward anymore. I couldn’t stand not seeing my torturer. With quiet speed I sprang up to face the voice.
I stared vacantly at the field as not even the wind stirred.
today's the first day of the rest of my life ; and I'm alive and well ; i'm alive and well
