The Armor and the Flame

The conscious of a boy during the apocalypse


8. Chapter 8

It was rundown from it's outer appearance
But marble floors and chandeliers filled the interior
It was simple
Yet elegant
A true beauty within a monster

I was worn

I'd only just been handed these boulders
And my shoulders were already on the verge of breaking
So many thoughts
So many possibilities
Yet I was the only path they would see

The pressure sat on the trauma
And my mind was imprisoned with no rights
I let the fatigue take me
And hoped that come morning
We would all be alive for this pressure to kill me

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