Skin chars, Feed the fire. Death glows. Step into the pyre. I walk the streets of this beat-down city. Rabid dog is my way. Rats retreat; children scurry. Thieves cower. Women find refuge behind bolted doors. I wail my return. Triumphant. The taste of blood still fresh. Nurishing. Black eyes watch me from the shadows. I stop. They blink. I turn. They narrow. I continue, stomping the crumbling pavement. "Step out into open!" I wait, but none do. "Cowards stay hidden! Those who don't, die!"
Alfred C. Martino
Updates from everyday life as seen by me