Absurd: Comradeship and War

absurd

I feel ties of comradeship weigh down upon my chest. Buried under the crushing weight of my wounded horse, I lie in a battlefield, facing skywards. The sky is blue. I cough up blood… listen to the din and dirge of a maddening skirmish… listen closely and you’ll hear the pacifist’s sob… listen closely, but adhere to none… every voice is feverishly infatuated with either blood-lust or self-preservation at any cost. Ties of comradeship weigh down upon my chest, for they have lost warmth and flight… Cold blade of skewed reason pretending to be some higher order sensibility is thrust into my chest. terrifying… cold… painful… but then laughter emerges from within the deepest reaches of my being… not mirthless like the hungry blade… laughter breaks out… so absurd! So absurd! So absurd!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Flash 365

"Oh! Take a shit, read a story" - My Mother on Flash Fiction

Little Fears

Flash fiction tales of humor, horror and whimsy

Skizzenbuch/Blog

Just another WordPress.com weblog

Uncle Tree's House

Putting music to words, and words to pictures ~

%d bloggers like this: