Carnage

The smell hits me first

The blood that streamed in rivulets is beginning to cake

Flies have started to perch in swarms

This is a massacre

My Massacre.

The screaming in my head

Drowns out everything he is saying

Then Silence.

Dead Silence.

He did this for me.

Our eyes meet and I know

He can see the torrents of emotions

Washing over me

What do I succumb to?

Glee. Satisfaction. Revelry

My tormentors have been defeated

Horror. The sheer scale …

Savagery of his violence

Regret. I would have watched

Seen them fall one by one

Wonder. How did he do this?

Wring this much damage and destruction

Single-handedly…

Fear.

If he can do this to them

Can he do this to me?

Will he do this to me?

Eventually?