Tumbling

TUMBLING
Mackin A Wred

Laying naked. She holds me. Passion exhausted.
Springsteen on the radio.
The humming begins.
Louder, louder. Screaming!
Reaching for her, she’s gone! No!
Darkness comes over me. Silence.
Tumbling through realities, seeing what is, what will be.
Brilliant light explodes across my mind.
Coming aware in a puddle of blood.
I look with horror upon a gruesome battlefield.
Bodies in pieces litter the ground. Stench of war pollutes the air.
Terror, anguish grips me. Living Hell. Each breath a struggle.
Musket balls tear through me. Excruciating pain.
Praying, pleading for death. Time crawls to a stop.
Humming, growing louder. Darkness. Tumbling.