From the ashes
We want to blame God for this. We need to name the monsters, so we call them terrorists, evil flesh-covered devils of some ancient brutality who assumedly believe that all must perish for one to survive. We want to escape from the reality of this world, unforgiving of its chaos and accepting of nothing but a few unbroken moments before our own oncoming extinction. I want to set the demons ablaze and watch them burn, the flames leaping skyward like some autumn melt ascending around the marbled glaze of my eyeballs. But I won’t.