survivor's guilt.

survivor's guilt.

A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)

  She watched her world crumble around her, dumbstruck with the realisation that she remained essentially unscathed. Everything... Everything was decimated, broken, destroyed. Except for her. She watched a scattering of debris remnants drift through the air before her with a dazed detachment. Lily heard not a murmur, not a sound. The normal susurration of a world about its business has ceased. There was no hum of traffic, no half-heard din of voices giving the ages old thrum of query and response. There was only her, and a distant rumble of settling rubble. Lily imagined it as the rheumatoid grumblings of an insomniac old man, readying himself for the late night Quincy rerun.


   "Is this a sign of what's to come?", she wondered, "Will I slowly be reduced to a series of flashback vignettes from a world no one else will ever know?" 


   Dismal thought, that. How cliché. Rod Serling would be proud.



© 2011 jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


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yes he would , only you would use susurration and quincy in the same poem

you cliche' - Nevah!

Posted 13 Years Ago


To be the only human on earth would be hell within itself. I would go crazy after awhile with those same thoughts she thought to herself. i often think of the end of the world and wonder what it would be like. This was good and interesting to be inside of her head.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)

Vancouver, BC, Canada



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