Crushed Poem by chloe young

i see the dust encrusted on your eyelids and your once elusive skin hanging over your jutted bones. everything has fallen.
not only our city, but everything in me.

i have seen my family buried under tonnes of bricks- their blood flooding at my feet. my father's skull crushed and my
mothers torso separated from her legs.

i have seen this city collapse. i have seen my city engulfed in screams of pain, screams of help, screams of death.
it is decimated in the scent of annihilation, of rotting flesh.

however, seeing you sprawled on the floor, crowded in dust and stone. your chest appeared risen- was this your last gasp for breath or your protuding ribs? your legs entrapped by brick, their surface,
looked crushed into miles and miles. your blood and core slushed
together.

i did not take it a long time to hit me, that is bullshit. i saw you dead. i saw you smothered and hammered to the floor by the house you wanted to run from and i told you to wait in.