Notes: No warnings this time. Wrote this quickly out on patrol. Hope it's not a complete waste of your time.

what a wonderful world.

Broken glass.
The shells of brass fall onto concrete.
Roll in the dust.

Memories in clouds.
Fog remembrance.
Fade in the hazy morning.

Seconds.
Shock. Blood.

Open doors and fall out.
Blood stains tan.
But never fades in the wash.

As he slashes.
A sword within.