Into The Fray

Into The Fray

 

The smoke seemed thin.
As I watched him, shudder, mid run.
He seemed, to stumble like....
All in slow motion.
Tripping over his feet.
His body, hunching......
doubling, over.
Making no sound, as he fell.
And the silence now, became a roar.
And then the smoke......
Covered him
And he was gone


once more.
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