Fear.

Fear is an emotion.

Moreover, Fear is an emotion that you cannot feel. You must not fear, for fear is death.

And death is itself.

The smoke.

The fire.

The burn.

The field is

awash with flames.

Greedy, hungry, licking flames.

No one could stop it.

One

Two

Three

Four

Six

Something is missing.

I look out the window

To see only myself

Staring back

at me.

Tick.

Tock.

Ticking, tocking.

Chimes.

Thunderous.

Lightning bolts crackling through the air.

Quiet.

All is quiet.

Tick.

Tock.

I am hiding.

They must not find me.

They must not find my arms

My legs

My ears

My eyes

I must be invisible

And none

Will see

I sit.

The clock slowly chops itself to bits.

Ticking, tocking.

The walls are bare.

And white.

The hours creep by

Stolen from me.

One

Two

Three

Knocks on the door.

A tray is slid underneath

There is a meal

Bread

Carrots

Soup

A single lit cigarette

By the bowl.

A pitiful

Final

Meal.

The crowd cheers

I cannot see

Faces

Only shapes

Contorted beyond repair.

I must accept

That I

Am going

To

Die.