Face me...A Poem by Sachi RuayaSmall Description of what it would feel like on the battlefield...As the deathly, Icey
slices of the shattered glass fly towards my face, unzipping the skin… I knew. They. Were. Here. The cold sweat pours down
my face as I search for a plan… I can’t hear myself think! The deafening sound of
bullets showering on your cover The yelling of young men …and the last shrieks of
the female nurses, who have now fallen contributes to the foul
smell The foul smell of the
empty shells where the souls lived. “F**k!” My long hesitation on the
battlefield has paid off… O’, the exquisite beauty
of the sharp pain One glance down…to view
the left shoulder As the metal drowns into
my flesh… Harsh Rubber of their
soles thuds Thuds. Sound surrounds, me Up Only to see the points of
those guns Only to see the strings of
life Face. Me. BANG! -Sachi Ruaya
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StatsAuthorSachi RuayaVictoria, AustraliaAboutSachi is an observant art lover who takes pride in her strong verbal and written communication skills as she regards her love for learning. She highly values collaboration and efforts to create innova.. more..Writing
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