Flashback
By Elizabeta
April 4, 2001
Early Sunday, 2:49 AM.
A cloud of darkness passed through the night
....like a whiff of smoke on the air...
and for one moment it was 1996
and it was like death hovering in the air
...a heavy cloud, a sense of doom
trembling in the night
terrified of the unknown
anxiety clung the room
as I fought to catch my breath
The month of April, it's like a curse
It was 2 AM then, a Saturday night
I wasn't even thinking about it
but my mind remembered
my mind remembered
my dream came true
in a burst of reddish flames
and thick gray smoke
in the hazy Sunday afternoon
my dream came true
I wanted to sleep
past 2 PM
I think I would have died
It's like my brain has a calender
I don't know what day it is
but my mind remembered
the time of month, the smell of smoke
darkness...
I hope it's never dark again.
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